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in the golden bath of the plunging sun
the one who is stranger no more
holds her close to still her trembling
and seeks to illuminate her darkened soul

she turns to him, her face a brazen perfection
but her eyes of raw umber a reflection of sorrow
his own eyes a deep sapphire sparkle,
infect her with the calmness of still waters

they bubble up from her eyes,
streaming down unblemished skin—the dew of relief
and the kiss, a plunge into a celestial fountain
and in the softness a burst into wondrous paradise

he pauses—her tears
do not stop, she entreats
the salt turns sweet
and her body yields to passion

he shelters her from the icy breeze
whispering to her in harmony with long grass whistles
the stars illuminate her face ever so softly
and she relinquishes her heart to his warm embrace
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