My Husband As I saw him fly Over the waxing Moon, I thought How could I know you my husband? Soaring high across the cold stratosphere In your Rocket, tracing the thin air in white plumes How I long to know you, my Love Here below on Earth I await thee... The Waiting Time is holding us... The hours pass, bleeding into each other The seamless ebb and flow of tides Floating in the smoky topaz brandy snifter Gliding amid the stars Lost in the gaze of his embrace Haunted by his desires I flee into dark sanctuary of the woods... -Christian Vila

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