Perfection

By Roy Doughty
Written 8/6/07

The sweet tellings of the wind this morning
Disclose the secrets of the embraces of lovers,
Of the endlessness that knits segmented time,
So that the you, the I, slide in and out of sleep
And of each other, all darkness and warmth and comfort.  Ah.
The long passage of days has slowed its count
From three to two to one,
So that one lover and another merge together,
So that the wind, the discloser, swirls around this pair,
This single entity comprised of all, their tale of love to tell.

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