Today Will be a Satin Glove
Today will be
A satin glove
That glides like
Silk
Over fine
Fingers...
...Thought I was
To be a
Singer
In this empty
Room,
But how
Often does my
Sight contract?...
The doorway yawns,
And through
Love’s crack
I see your scented
Garden
Patch!...
Today will be whatever's
Golden...
…In many ways,
Our fate is chosen…
…You will appear
A miracle.
Light hits each leaf
Of love
Unfolding...
...Dark clouds
Covet your unheard
Beauty...
...My passion rain
Pours down,
So soothing.
©
2017
Bunny Villaire
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