She Lives
She flushes and drops bright eyes
to hide my image...
I cup her face and drown it.
[me]
She breathes hesitantly, mouth
Pressed and obstinate...
I gather her corners up.
[drawing that smile again]
She welts tearlines onto the
Pale perfection: skin...
I wet my thumbs, agonized.
[her sorrow breaks]
She sleeps, curls framing movement
And serenity...
I weave myself into both.
[touching the ends of eternity]
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