no other auxios

I can’t see my lover for the darkness has taken him
Washed him in black and illuminated by the moon
He sleeps alone in his tireless slumber
A firm crease in his brow and a cat in the room

Words in my memory float softly like dreams
Will he awake to find that I am his queen?
Does he think of me often do I resemble his heart?
Or am I wasted alone; a caution less tart?

He dreams of a place when hands touch under tables
Of holding her hair, gasps coming in waves
She’s taken over that place in his stable
Where no other auxios can carry his loom

Their hearts entwine as they settle through sadness
A path bleached white glows crystal like dew
She comes back to him now, her hair softly shining
Smiling and lovely her eyes deepest blue

I’ve dreamed of this moment my beautiful lady
As fingerprints stroke the hands of the core
They melt through the silence eyes wandering over
Gazing as lovers do at bodies most adored

A meeting place their minds have once spoken
Now the body and feelings can flow
He takes her firmly and gently receding
She buckles and braces at his appearance so bold

Lips touch and taste, a wonderous place
arms in circles and dust fills the air
smells of familiar things they have done
She sighs sweetly knowing she’s home.