My eyes caught yours in a shiver of bliss
And how quickly we ran into the woods!
To build a secret temple of words;
Gathering mud from mixed memories,
sweet waters of imagined perfection
and colors of our borrowed lives;
What an image we fashioned for our worship!
You merging into me, and yet being you
Lighting up the sky, and being my star;
Dreaming letter by letter, an ageless song
of desire,
We set those notes to the meter of your lines,
Today, when the full moon rose behind the hills,
I sang those songs until the eastern sky blushed.
Did you light the lamp in our temple?
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