Meeting by Sam Harrison

So you came

with a hyacinth, a poem and a thousand kisses,

and it was Spring.

 

Outside, the city

drew her evening cloak of velvet closer

about her shoulders

 

and turned away

into the shadows, while I in your arms’ haven

lay safe at last

 

knowing that this

was holy ground, that no pursuing ghost

could claim us now.

 

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