Vows

Midnight. Your voice slips
Around my waist, a lover's arms
Reaching to touch my back.
Rings exchanged, vows stated,
Your voice whispering, again, "I do."

Midnight cannot touch us here --
Each moment is pure, yellow daylight.

© Harley

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