The fold lifts, I see him in the mist

The fold lifts, I see him in the mist

Gliding nearer by, I don’t resist.

Let everything be still - I esteem

He’s even better than what I dreamed.

Stars fill my eyes as we meet lips.

It’s a world of two, two in the world.

The rush, the fire of his touch would

Enshroud us but for a tender moment.

Eyes of sincerity confess of want -

So much spoken without a word.

My eyes open to the embroidered curtain

That nullifies the harsh morning sun -

A secret knowledge now in his stead.

I rise up with a smile, though twisted.

Verily - what sweet provocation!