a surge of gentleness
carries me through the day

the memory of lips
of hours uncoiled together

a voiceless world
of cultivated pearls

and the mystery
of what lies under lace

of hand upon hand
and the joy that endures

a moon drowned
in her eyes

John Lyons

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