EMBRACE
(Poem by Wendy Howe )
see also the french version

I caress the bare skin
of words
wanting to consume
the soft touch of your poems.

I was the muse
but thought blushed my body
with the pale chalk
of silence handed to you.

Stanzas
slipped across my heart
in close-fitting passion
like a chemise
spun from beige silk.

I felt weightless
and wanted to lean
over those pages of sky

marked for love
by white petals
trailing the moon.

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