as subtle as
the night, in
continuous flow
when in these
waiting moments
without you
I rise, but fall
subjected to the
absence, the
empty hands
that long to hold
until genesis arrives
in an atmosphere
of thought
bold enough at
my side, this
settled hush
her body, the
comfort of your
easy love
(“Blue Lovers” by Marc Chagall from wikiart.org)
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