glimmering prism,
a promise of scintillating
delights-
this instant
captured
just
for
you.
this moment, private and
ecstatic:
dawn’s promise
magicked into a wonder most miniscule.
such beauty must needs
not be shared
recklessly.
such adoration
demands loving devotion
to that singular wildness
of you.
yet Trust,
ever dogging the heels of Love,
knows no bounds, and tastes
freely the cusp
of every
breath.
so yes, my sweet soul warrior,
as you slip softly
into a dream manifest,
let these words lead you back,
deep inside,
to the shelter
within.
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