a cascade of crystals
lit your eyes
when the sun
locked its
gaze
on your skin
like tissue
paper,
deeply creased from
well lived
days.
rhyme
you had more
light
than we would
burn
off
with
friction,
causing sparks
couldn’t be
turned
off
but we prefer
it dark.
a hanging
shadow–
i pass through
you
notice not my
whisper
in blind attempt
to catch your focus
if only for the
moment.
walls of this room
wept
with each
share
of members clasped
in a mutual
embrace
transcending human
language and
fear,
oh these walls
shed tears.
still offering such
charity
in your words
for me,
when all i crave
is truth,
for it bridges the
disparity
between what you
say and
do.
you’d always held
such value,
i’d never loved
so deep
before,
but that added touch
of kindness
was the gift that
made you
more.
we’ll blow lost
shadows
kisses,
until their groans
grow weak,
we’ll hush our
thoughts
stirring or
not
let’s let this
graveyard sleep.
so much blood
on ice,
melted down
to intended state
to absorb back
into veins
with the wisdom
of hindsight
in organic
light.
posing with such
poise
while deflecting
questions,
in a genial
voice of
reason
you
resolve
situations
before they turn
frustration.
night frosts my
eyelids
while
i search
as if you can’t
be found,
i part the
sky
so you can’t
hide
then motion you
on down.
hands in the garden 
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