in the garden
winter’s dying edge
wraps around me
lovingly her kiss
upon my flesh
tenderly the touch
of her embrace
night’s eloquence
seduces me
demure her sultry
stars
hidden in the
shadows of her
moonlit rest
clad only in the
shift of her imagination
i stand alone
perplexed
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