...
remnant, I
... into the mirror
I kiss, see killer’s irises twist their pupils wide,
know God’s best seen from hell, so want.
Kisses I spread, my mouth pinked then gray, a vapor teasing taunts.
“Don’t beg nor plea,” I whisper, “man has made us both.”
I marvel my moist demise ... mist, gentleness, froth
their writhes this mirror keeps ...
against the mirror
Our eyes frost thin behind my warm breath’s waft
my banshee song unfolds oddly low, moans colors through evening
wants
their remnant, I. “Remnant you ...
beg not, nor plea,” I whisper. “You, we, man has made us both.’
Oh, god best seen from hell, I want,
though was already
you, this
remnant, I.
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I know why I hadn't commented on these few, posted in February...we were on the phone every night for six hours at a stretch and I WAS on dialup then, after all. 
Still, I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get back to them again. I know I'd read them all on email, since we were sending each other poems by the dozens on a daily basis. 
You are such an incredible gift to me, Danny. I kinda like unwrappin' ya, too. 
Heh. Hey, you ARE my husband now, anyhow. Yay!!! 
♥
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