Finally, my love, the day’s net is thrown over

The world and surrendering is counted by snores,

Curtains drawn by priors and a falling moon

Cascading down a vaulted heaven of dark ash.

In our bedroom your hands move and your touch

Slides through the dark of night; a night containing

Impenetrable waters in the shadows of the sky. Such a

Hand gesture signals an affirmative nod for love’s river.

Love’s river descends with its stormy grapes in this

Dark space as if we were the very chalice for the

Entire celestial ash; a tubule floating in this river.

Together we make a single dark space and feel the full

Flow of the river that courses not only through subterranean

Night but flows from the snows of an Empyrean heaven .

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