Rapture

(Poem by Wendy Howe )
see also the french version

I wrap the shadow
of your touch around my neck

as if it were a ribbon cut
from a thousand miles
of sea-washed silk.

Last night
our voices clasped
the distance with love

rounding into a question --
of "how much?"

We answered through silence
and felt its echo

hook into place
at the back of time

where moonlight breathes
on the bare skin
of eternity.

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