The Fold Lifts, I See Him In the Mist

The fold lifts, I see him in the mist Gliding nearer by, I don’t resist. Let everything be still – I esteem He’s even better than what I dreamed. Stars fill my eyes as we meet lips. It’s a world of two, two in the world. The rush, the fire of his touch would Enshroud us but for a tender moment. Eyes of sincerity confess of want – So much spoken without a word. My eyes open to the embroidered curtain That nullifies the harsh morning sun – A secret knowledge now in his stead. I rise up with a smile, though twisted. Verily – what sweet provocation!