Slow beating of the night

Clasp your moon heart to mine

in the swelling waves of shadows,

closely entwine our cold hands  

like twin seed pods with wings    

Carry me across the ocean steps

where the tide is blue and sand washes 

shore in quickening shades, elusive wind

to artist's fingers huddled over the canvas

Love, because of it, hold me close   

as if an arrow pierced your side, 

as if it is the last call of midnight train 

hurling over the bridge of mud stones

Tie your heart at night to mine, love*,

so I awake to slow beating of your

chest underneath my palms, to the breath

of summer and crust of freshly baked bread       

"So that our dream might reply

to the sky's questioning stars

with one key, one door closed to shadow."

Lines and Inspiration from Pablo Neruda:   Tie your heart at Night to mine, Love

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