love grows

love grows in this quiet house
love grows with every gesture
we are safe here
in this sweet forever
weaving breathless moments into hours
spreading our treasures in the darkened room
singing a sanctified sanctifying song
when lust and laughter come together
as we do
intertwining
we rise and fall and rise again
and come with trusting mouths and breaths
sweet love revived
sweet love renewed and nothing left
but clarity of light and truth
sometimes we sit and watch the world
as days withdraw to the end of the earth
night falls in this quiet house
our dreams vanish with every dawn
all that is left
are fragile words whispered
and the wonder of each other
love grows in this quiet house
love grows with every gesture

michèle voltaire marcelin

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