Ravishing, turns one to stone
Breathtaking, spoken in shadows
At best, thinly illuminated by the flame
Of a single candle

We are not these things
In time we have not said so
To each other, any
Though in some resounding thought
That can almost ring in the ears

Your touch will not, I am certain
Reveal mystery upon mystery
Opening eyes in wonder, for there is none
Instead but calm, serenity
Knowledge of the meaning, the sense
Of this, should I ever share it

No, I may say you are lovely
And beauty may be a truth, 
But is it not in glowing moments
No flash, no finality
No fuse, no explosion
But a simple blanket upon a cold body
Warming where warmth has not touched

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Original posting 07 October, 2004

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