I felt, as if, tomorrow
would be the linger of our last kiss,
dying in a sun-stripped moon-light.
Holding the cascade of chandelier tears
before the gate of heavens ivory spine,
tangled inside the demise of an ocean’s call.
And the feather of his lashes would line
the chapters of my words, dripping frost
bitten lips with the bellied-bloat of earth’s lungs.
As his touch is {oh so} tender,
like the tainted crimson of
Aragon petals weaved within the
Swiss chocolate that coats a night’s sky.
And at last--
it is his laughter that breathes soul
into the pin-point needles of my rest-less taste-buds.
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