By lamplight, my darling

A stolen moment with the only one that matters.

textured beauty
abrasive appeal
taking layers off
my life
my love

spellbound
speechless
literally illiterate
struck dumb
by this taciturn princess
I lose myself
in the gaps
and the gasps
between things spoken
and things silenced
between best behaviour
and best intentions

watchful warrior
always alert
ever on guard
for me
whether intruding
or invited
I be

I breach these walls
and broach
the wordless wonders
of the world inside
her weeping heart
with hands that comfort
by the light of a lamp

The End

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