She slides
across my night
Slipping through
the filaments of sleep
I wake to
find her
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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