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She lights one red candle
Closes eyes
Calls him home.
Thoughts of tender walks
He wakes longing for her
She senses his presence
Feels him
Moving closer every moment.
Driving through switchbacks
Black ice black coffee high
Ancient Asian wisdom
We see
The same moon.
Road turns sees her walking
Green maze sunken garden
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His scent
Head turns
Eros smiles.
Touching tendril curls at her neck
Tears drop on gargoyles leer
A cardinal sings
Crimson
Flirting with spring
Off winding trail they witness
1fawn 2fawn 3 born
Cherries
Blossom
Wild as hearts
Come
Enter this luminous garden
Drink freely.
C. J. Babcock
C. R. Stivers |