You have ceased your conversations
muted your clandestine call
along the sea cliffs
and in the valley floor,
whispered messages of ecstasy,
surrender and enchantment
come no more.
Your empty tomb awaits her,
forbidden wanderers, angels knocking at her door,
night-watch wakefulness, cloistered kisses on the floor.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
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