Delicate strands
breathe flesh air;
suspended from your cheekbones
like car fresheners from
rear-view mirrors.
With a sharp
persistence they sway-
limp limbs
at your side,
knocking over
the unfortunate
who happen to
step to close.
They are shaded like the impatient
suns that voice their
clouded opinions;
dull phrases
hide your trembling mouth.
I knew you-
even when your closed
smile dreamt of silence
and your eyes hid behind
their frail and bristled secrets.
With gentle hands
they are brushed away
like soft silken wisps of smoke;
Even though
it's killing me
I keep breathing.
Gold trophy winner
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