(May 17,1970 / Atlanta, Georgia, United States)

A Turning

As the blood of
The perfect sunset
Drains, the hue
Melts onto her lips.

I watch her,
Like the fade of
A perfect day her
Glow transforms into the passion of night.

A treasure that cannot
Be hidden -
Sure as the stars of night
As I silently adore her...

She twitches a little
And I notice...
As butterfiles pay tender
Homage to her on a morning breeze in Jakarta.

A traveller within my heart,
She is nowhere,
Her love is everywhere...
The perfect state.

A crown of power
Hides within her eyes.
In every moment my soul obws
Continually in obeisance of my Queen.

The moon worships
A pure Goddess
In a light of her
Love as my hand caresses her.

She is everything.
Without her I
Can be nothing,
Possibly even less.

The petals have folded for the eve,
But my desire blossoms.
We are truly
Creatures of the Night.

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