Budlea Ni Mhaolfhabhail
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In The Purple Light
Somewhere out there, the cuckoo's call
Haunts the empty, early morning streets
As she flits from ground to branch and back
Again, searching for her long lost nest...
And here, lying close to you - I feel your
Breath upon my skin and the pulse beats
Warily within, causing an eruption of fire -
A baptism of tenderness and new found love.