In the magic circle of her arms

in the magic circle of her arms
he rests, cast by a spell of glamour –
silks, lace, tenderness, desire –
until morning he slept, entrapped by a kiss,
his soul was wrapped where dreams are pictures
of lovers’ conspiracy, a shadow sense
arising from the dew, night pulses

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