I watch him again, and droplets of bathing shimmer.
My fingers, like sad long snails,
draw down my scalp,
sliding along my throat, coming to rest
where her lips opened goodbye
and my heart became still, colorless, full of water and salt
pumping open flowers that fluttered away,
pale, tear shapes, rainlike stolen from seas and clouds
and hummingbird gloss
to sting through closing eyes that used to shine.
He watches me back, and droplets of bathing shimmer.
Rocking her slowly, as barely, a touch
where a thing within her had outgrown hugs
pressing dark,
ovoidal, threading masses
through places once tender, love filled,
he felt her rise away gently as time.
Once, a child, within a treetop I’d flown as children do,
my scars then nonexistent, yet ambient,
for all the world’s a knife blade pausing upon a petal,
I rose, adventurous and brave.
Watchful as bees in Fall’s dusk who avoid baby birds
I still so love, I’d seek them out in Spring to adore
and buzz to the billions of April’s pastels
that even in Winter’s icecicles of trees
would glint pings like memories
and slivery shots of purple light
the way you'd someday roam my blood.
My supple autumnal music,
I miss your love more than Spring,
its orchedial heart,
your flight through me now,
has made me
so wren simple.
Am sung, a fledgeling’s blue and stippled skin,
by your flight
beyond the mirror.
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When you write this way in such magnificent gestures of such keen sorrow, you break my heart for your sake, my Love. How very sad and lovely this is. It reminded me of an old one of mine, "Light of a Thousand Dreams" where I say, in the ending, "If you could only see yourself in my mirror, you would know your looking glass lies." You are so brave and beautiful, Beloved. So very true and pure in heart. I love you, Danny, so very much. 
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WOW!!! This is a wonderful write here! I love your descriptions and metaphors in this one hon
and my heart became still, colorless, full of water and salt
pumping open flowers that fluttered away,
pale, tear shapes, rainlike stolen from seas and clouds
and hummingbird gloss
to sting through closing eyes that used to shine
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thank you hotchocolate ... 
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