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there is a quiet golden
in this evening as it settles
unequaled in its beauty
by even that of precious metals
it embraces vesper’s waning hour
with a subtle gentle heat
lays down upon the eager land
like the roll of amber wheat
it dances in the silken air
strokes your hair aglow in smolders
folds its warmth upon your face
fondles fiery ’round your shoulders
it ignites a special magic
as though dreams are coming true
paints the world in sensual splendor
almost beautiful as you
like a goddess of the sun
in this moment you catch fire
my frail heart a helpless tinder
now sparked by love’s desire
caught by beauty’s reaching flame
I’m filled with passion’s yearning
my captive soul is set ablaze
please don’t leave me burning
before I am but all consumed
quench me with your precious kiss
for if I am to be consumed
I pray it be by bliss
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rob kistner © 2013
(revised 2018)
