Afterglow

The flame we've felt has now become a glow,
The embers banked until we want anew.
We tenderly embrace.  The lights are low,
And nothing else is real except we two.

We sleep.  Of you I dream, though you are here.
I reach to touch you in the dark of night.
Your very being banishes all fear.
The shadows in my heart flee at your light.

At fajr I awake and watch you sleep.
Your every breath brings music to this place,
As, with the dawn, a rosy light does creep
Across the room and falls upon your face.

You reach for me, and once again, desire
Replaces afterglow with rising fire.

- Marilyn Gordon
- December 2002

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