A Marvellous Light
The darkness outside us makes the glow of a candle feel holy as we kneel before each other, as if in prayer. We, in these little silences with small smiles gifted; offerings - almost waiting for permission, for us to draw closer into the communion of each other's arms. Feel the brush of your hands running across my skin; feel the frisson of you against my lips. And, from here, we sit together. We take tea. We sleep with fingers interlaced. This, would be a wish granted; to be so irrepressibly, conventionally yours.
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