Let the fire in our loins tell the story
when you were the half of me that
came undone and left me for oblivion.
Let us come and go in the splendor
we once dissolved into cube-like sugar
on our horse-like tongues. Let orange
blossoms tumble into fruit while we watch
in wonder, time-lapsed candle-light flickering
slow hands and quickening spirits.
United, let our flame ascend, unknotted of our
mortal coil, breathing deep
the deepening hours.
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Dear Anna,
a poem of remembrance and longing well conveyed.
when you were the half of me that
came undone and left me for oblivion.
Let us come and go in the splendor
always, Cat
Hi Anna
yes..like Cat said...i too felt a distinct pulsating longing in this write..