like love lingering teasing exhaustion
but for the grace and beauty ravished
by devotion now slightly seducing
the moment into remembered
continuance so now is not forgotten.
So the failing light sets the mood
of the seen nearly unseen,
the touched nearly untouched
and the holy of holies revealed
for what it is -- that kiss upon the heart,
O my love.
-Byron Hoot
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