Your Voice is Water

your voice is water
from fountains of antiquity
wearing down the stones
I place as walls around me.

your breath is the breeze
on some distant mountainside
stirring ripened grapevines
wherein my secret dreams reside.

your lips are the dawn
warm upon the new lain dew
exposing gardens fragrant
wherein my thoughts are sown of you.

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