Light falling
through the eyelet
of a Venetian shade
lands on our bed.
How beautiful
this firefly
lying still, wings closed
but its electric pulse
sent to your lips
as you kiss
my throat and shoulder.
I am blessed
by a saint-pale lover
while somewhere
violets bloom
cloistered in snow.
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Note --The painting is called, "Valley of The Roses" by artist, Jan Toorop.
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