woman waiting

House of Heart

Lips wet with mist,  a kiss of breeze and

water grass, touched in diaphanous dreams.

The strains of  a sonata stream

like pin point diamonds through rivers

of bloods sweet wildness.

Weeping clusters of allegories

spill from the tongues of lovers,

the flower of a song  blue playing

with fire.

The thief of dawn shatters the night

lights the walls of silence.

Hear the firewood snap and hiss,

the heat of  burning need.

I am cloaked in awakening

but am I too late?

Art by Liu

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