Places of Love: dusk

In the path dull light mists as a snail’s breath;
I see no further, dig my feet in the warmth

of your love, the slant of your  gaze  on me
wrapping me in quietness of  embrace. Just then

as though hundred heavens have opened
sky is washed  red with sinking sun, garnet

beads of tears prick my eyes as you touch
my silent darkness rimmed in amber light.

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