a touch upon air, I am insubstantial
my fleshes wash away
through summer days’ hot
freed of the clasp of Wintercold and the party drunk Springtime
its rains beserker playful like jumbled roses and orchids
like nights holding hands like
children chasing ducks
in the spirits of fireplace lashes
like glossy eyelids I love you
where windmill daisies where robin-rose shadows
upon the ground around the pond that seemed so deep
like turtle eyes cruise like yellow sparks on leaves
I take my cheap lingo of self away
In a list
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The big hearted love in this poem comes softly through the lines to convince the reader that you are indeed a fine poet. 
Lovely writing, a joy to read. 
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"like nights holding hands"
This is such an endearing, encompassing way of describing Love in its purest form. Sometimes hands seek each other for merely the feeling of being touched, becoming grounded...other times, it is for the sake of comfort, of understanding we are not alone in this world as long as someone loves us...Still, other moments are from reaching out from one's sorrow, to establish a silent communication that reaches far beyond any limitations of language. This is a beautiful poem by an even more beautiful writer. Good luck in Wendy's contest.
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