Before loneliness I summon you to lie with me
Crazed in your arms in between your thighs
the meditation of our dream befalls.
For a time we felt we were alone.
I need no other thing that wounds would heal
Your body delights in all its parts,
the fume of violets and dawn in the dark woods.
rosevoc2. july 18 2016
photo by angelo mezzari, rcj