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WHICHEVER CLOSET IS CLOSEST Our closet now bares itself of frilly things in silk and lace My soul her embrace our mirror minus her face a reflection that portends perfection sans any necessary correction a facial fantasy framed by winsome wisps of wondrous waves cascading through the constellation of her golden hair the hues from the brightest star in the galaxy we would share and dared to decline when night would declare we bid each other adieu because in our hearts was still the salty aired sky of blue spent by the water while whittling away at another Autumnal day when a few stubborn leaves refused to infuse themselves with the color of Septmber a day I will always remember and those leaves, like us, would bow to a lover’s call a tree to shed the dead and stall the fall but now she’s gone away, it’s true she said perhaps for a week or two but something tells me otherwise’ maybe it was the look in her eyes as the lady said her hushed goodbyes so I just may miss the Miss sublime for the remainder of my languid lifetime © 2012…PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~