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In the quiet of light
You speak to me
And I get lost
in your words
I close my eyes
to touch their meaning
I can still smell
your sweet essence
here next to me
amidst the waning light
of my empty room
a violent silence
rules the moment
Though my mind
chases you
to places
shadows go to hide
I reach for you
somewhere
your sultry heat
blazing
beneath the pinions
of the mid-August sun
I flinch
from my stark reality
to be once again embraced
by your warm
sunbeam kisses
and butterflies
that dance
upon your soft gentle
breasts of light
But you are reluctant
you become once again
my unthrottled imagination
The things
you once said
no longer belong to me
but seek refuge
within the guarded sanctuary
of my hauntingly
distant past
for you belong now
to the cold winter winds
the snowy evenings
the ice-laden ponds
and streams
that I so determinately
discriminate
You cling
like a jealous
forlorn lover
to the frigid stare
of a pale wintry moon
you run
with the intrepid abandon
of a child
to the wild coyote
and revel
in his chilled foggy breath
as he empties
his loneliness
to the sky
you are sister
to the stoical resignation
of wood burning stoves
that plume
with an angst
to which oddly enough
titillates
both joy and pain
into one crescendo
like magic
I can only close my eyes
to touch the meaning
Of losing you
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