By wordley |
Date: 2020 Apr 01
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As evening's velvet lips drain the last dregs of light from the sky,
And the humming birds cease to hum, merely to breathe,
To go where fireflies flash, as sparks struck from love's anvil, try
To illuminate these hearts that now take leave..
Where I surrender to you my last vestige of control, my fate
Is woven in those stars that lead, yet leave no traces
Of direction given, our paths become one through love's sweet gate
And lay down in serpentine bliss, are one in our embraces..