Your whispers to my gentled ears
Become winds of home when slipped lightly
Between times of being
And leaving
Having holding
And defettering
Your moans salve my enslaved soul
Make me wish time to stall
Between time of hoping
And allowing
Wanting wanton
And waxing
Tell me, love, of flowers in bloom
Of trees so tall tops are lost
Of blizzard and rain
And shine
Breathe to my soul
“Mine”
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