in tourmaline fields
I search for you
with aid of raven calls
my voice is carried
to your heart
down spiral stairs
my feet carry me deep
into a forgotten chamber
the walls pulsate with
your drum and ebb and
flow with the rhythm
of your holy breath
in these depths and
candlelight views
I discover you reading
you look up suddenly
I catch your glance
and throw it back to you
everything falls silent
and still and in this
the moment Venus has
blessed our tether
you take my hand in yours
and kiss my temple
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