Harbor of Morning Soul Moonlight
Even at sleep.
The breath of my space still loves you.
Drawn into time,
Our sacred touch upon waking.
A tender nibble of elbow.
The feel of your hands.
The crescent moons of almond splendor,
Our nightly watch now over.
May my comforting never cease.
The joy felt in seeing your lips move.
One tiny motion at a time.
Beloved words spoken through taste,
A breath into my ear.
You are not just moon shadow;
A mist fantasy captured of dreams.
You are my humble tide.
calm seas comfort.
Cradling the harbor of my sunlit soul.
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