In White Silence

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She slides across my night
Slipping through the filaments of sleep
I wake to find her wraith-like
Lace white tentacles across my life
In silent surrealness
Hard edges softened
Bird song muted
Hidden in the soft folds of her embrace
Sun touched
She lifts her veil
Surrenders her place
With a last lingering kiss
Surreal takes reality’s shape

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