Defenseless and SilentBy Thaddeus D. Cully
O, how I long to see again, such radiance
'Pon my brow, washing away the furrows there
In a bathing light, eclipsed by naught.
Entranced, enchanted, I reach out,
Longing again to feel down-soft flesh,
You. Embodiment of hope, no longer ethereal, now made solid.
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