Desvelarim Poem, by – NoeticNonsense, at My poetic side

You occupy me—

the way the

moon light

occupies the

dark.

You are the

sunburn on

my soul,

precluding

another's touch.

You are the

mystery

of the maze;

filled with tar-pits

at every turn.

You are the

unwritten letter—

the lie in

the story of

love.

You are the

beauty of

imagination,

a conflagration

of emotion.

You are an

alchemist–

every year on

Halloween.

You were the

beginning,

the end,

and the

liminal space
between.

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