Your cloak

Like thieves in the night

your words permeate

my boundaries and

seep into my pores - skin deep, 

and like a cloak of love, 

they shield my soul.

Then in the late watches of the night,

when my barriers are down,

your word-cloak surrounds me

with colour and light,

like a dancing veil

in the soul-full desert

and you move like a spirit

through the frames of my dreams.

I can't touch you

but your presence 

is so firm and strong

that when finally awake,

I am almost confused,

as if between waking

and dreaming,

we are really together.


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Veil © Jennifer Phillips