How is it that you press against her sigh
Invisible as spring’s buoyant caress
And yet, with rampant, unchained recklessness
You toss the bulwark of her guarded thought awry
How is it that with door and window barred
You slip between the tresses of intent
To soothe and tease, to succor and torment
Where midnight splays across the silver yard
How is it that lost moments she held near
Return to whisper when the night is still
Pushing against the ramparts of her will
And spilling in one solitary tear?
J~
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!