Crepuscular

I ask now

What is it

You most

Want beloved?

I lay here

Beckoning you

In this

silent strain,

Knowing what

I want most.

But you,

What have you?

My home

Invites you,

Baring yourself

And desiring

With nothing less

Than your

Whole heart.

For I take no

Prisoners

Rather

Offer the

Deepest love

And

Humble

earthly

exaltations.

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