the only light that night
came from your eyes,
the only breeze, your lilac breath
the almost wafting of your laughter...
the electricity's voltage
the sparks from your hair disheveled
the snakes of your arms
the air was torn, tortured
by wind hurricaned through the window.
how late the night stood still
waiting waiting for the morning's
bright surprise, first purple this shade of black
to break,
sun-light like a turn of surprise,
feather touch our faces
and beam into our eyes...
Our love-making as close to Paradiso
as the Law allows.
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