Avalon
In
this white white house
on
the edge of the Atlantic
a
voice runs along my skin
trembling
at the texture
of
a woman you waited
ten
years to touch
slow
samba of the heart
as
you sleep dream
of
your life on this
bright
side of ocean
inevitable
calm
surrounds
you, I come
out
of the wind moist
with
ocean in my hair
to
find you to lay
my
head in your lap
the
heat of your hand
on
my face
stars
in the mist
on
the shore moonlight
barefoot
on the terrace
the
soft of this moment
of
this all
overwhelms
swirls
around us
you
asleep in a blue chair
and
I whispering to the moon
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