not with my arms but with a heart
that blesses your reveries, may peace dwell
within your chest... is it possible to love you
less? perhaps allow the sun to brush your hair
in the afterglow of dawn?
even autumn envies you as white light
moves with your scent and possesses
your thoughts never to be mine again in times
of new moon or falling rain…
and from stars above, may your feet
remember our blades of grass
while i half-close the damp door of memories
creaking on the burial of a resting place
that finds me kneeling, asking how time
can drown days much too soon...
as i stumble upon this cruel, bruised night.
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Written for Constance's Contest
2 May 2013