Nymph

In silence are your limbs long
your head bows down and hair
tumbles soft into my upcupped hands
soft gifts of gold
I draw them back
bunch the bright clouds captured by my palms
incline my eyes
the S of your smooth neck
and graceful shoulder line
let fall your hair
like feathers on my skin
your lips are soft in travelling
light of touch your large hands
pass slowly over me
you raise your head and smile
dusky maiden long of limb
your skin is gold on ivory
your hair my golden sun
dark eyes and silence deepening
lit by candle flames adance
and wings that softly beat the air
whirr.












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