when confessions begin

Hyacinth garden

a whisper of awe broke through her lips

more a plea

it never really gets dark


eyes adjust to more time in the cocoon

veil between is thin

and angels masquerade

whirl when confessions begin

flow the mystic cascade

insult peaceful space

black robe flowing in surge

articulation of worship

in that moment

winsome spirit

devour her immobile

whimper with desire still

you would hear the slamming door

as it never had before

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