susurrus

bylive4passion©

Don't be afraid

The raiments of your life, be they
tattered rags, brocade of gold

I would ease, with whisper, from across your shoulders
let part, to earth forgotten, light

my lips, prayer susurrate
upon the fountain naked of your breast

and to the telling of your heart
with all the magic in my breadth

bespeak – the secret name
of giving

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