Ecstatic Union

Posted: May 8, 2012 in Uncategorized
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As I slept
You entered me
as if I were a desert tent
and you, a thief who crept
by night across dark dunes
to slip inside as I lay empty
pitched on sand. but when
I woke, I found you, here,
close as my breath, no,
breath itself, and I, a tent
lit from within

(Ruah, Sarah Rossiter)

Comments
  1. Jane says:

    Such beautiful imagery. I can see the tent!

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