Peace of Perfection
Quiet, in her eyes and on her skin
unzipped and stepped out of the pain she's been in
Sold all her dreams for a moment at sea
and burned all her memory incense
Roses and trees of pecans scent the air
she visits in dreams, as though she was there
She tells me she loves me then floats higher still
I catch all my tears in my palm
Whispers of long burnt out brilliance rain down
on my shoulders, she settles without even a sound
Her pain is a mist on it's last tidal wave
My eyes fill up blue with the sea.
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