The breeze from the hill journeyed through her hair like an omen
Her cloak of caution
Threadbare and torn
“If only,” she muttered
Uttering words of sorrow
Daggered lips and empty words
Won't do no good to hold no seance
Their questical day had held all the promise
Afternoons bring all hope
Revealed then lost
A swans wing and a dipped ring
Her swan King has gone
And him swimming
His love song
His lady bay perfection
His is her mountain
Hey there sister
Let's face the universe and dance
We'll bop over the galaxies
We'll stroll over to Mars
We'll romance on Jupiter
Make love among the stars
A scarlet kerchief wept and laiden
His divination should have acquainted with the plan
Love cannot be separated from her perfect humility
And frailty
And vulnerability
But now
They
The space between them is as boundless as the dark
Sycamore of sorrow
Pray she is swallowed whole
He was like a sanctuary
A poet's memory
She doesn't lie
Fir prince stole their lightning
Straddled her storm head with his abyss shroud
Where like a muse it would wash him
Her mister motion
He made a lotion
That made him owner of the sky
And the commander of the ocean
Yet she dotes on his brow
Pressed hot lips on the hearts of his toes
Kisses on his back
Caresses on his eyelids
Flat of her tongue against his sultry perfection
Her sacred space
Forever and never to be touched again
The greatest fiends and the deities themselves
They fade into the edges
They fade into an indistinct penumbra
Of relations and friends of friends
Her succinct declaration of his unmatched and uncontested divinity
Ever and after and more so
Get her face there's a place disfigured with love
Her hands are white like the night encased in a glove
Recite in moon flooded groves the prose of his choice
Like a voice
He travels through her love for him
She craves her rhyming man
With a river in his hair
One wish to soothe him
With the girdle of life
Now unadorned on her brow
With starry sights and mellow wonders
Her heart’s eye is dull and her soul broken evermore
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