I hesitate,
a coy mistress
of the moon,
and quiver,
startled at the sound
of my lover's voice
echoing
on the water.
This reflection
in this mirror of night;
the prize I have waited for
and forgot
I already
possess,
is the silence
between us.
Monday, September 17, 2012
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