mon FEB 5th, 17:26:33 gentle longings;

cliffs run perpendicular to foaming sea

you fly overhead; twisting with low hanging mist, hidden among scattered

herds

can freckled hills recover your nestled cheek?

I turn,

your silken hair flows in still waters; collected by the pockets

of a greener valley

what happens when we exhale the last of you?

running hot down tired necks-

begging for a darkness that will endure after the dream

while emblems fasten hurriedly around small fingers

as if I could forget, or loosen the hold

distant maybes

and desperate deaths to self

give up one flower from the avoided grave

acquire the sudden dip into tomorrow

        stomach the inevitable

                  whisper through the parting

and drop into the pasture of your closing touch

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