golden light stirs me;
i turn my face to the sun
awaiting your touch.
sailing deep blue skies
you glide back into my life
tasting of nectar.
your honey-tongued lies...
i stand rooted by our past
swaying in this breeze.
gentle brush of lips
turns my trembling to a dance;
i have surrendered.
a final caress
from fluttering heart/wing beats...
your love flown once more.
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