Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Hope


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© Susan Marie 







My kiss
may never meet
your lips


and our eyes
may never be
locked
in ultimate ecstatic
wonder,
simply,
of one another.


My hands
may never grasp
your own,
as they work their way
along my
skin,
soft,
pure,
marking lines
etched,
eons ago
recalled,
remembered,
brought to life
for you,
always
for you,
for us.


only -

This does not
cause me grief,
my sweet surrender.


Our souls
have met
before
and yet again,
here and now.


My love,
we share lifetimes
that others
standing side by side
may never discover.


Our most holy union
resides
between the thin line
that hides
between the sunset
and the ocean,


eternal.


© Susan Marie
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