It clung to me like a little one,
mixed and twining with clothe threads.
The body weaved, at times vanished between folds,
Then, if contortions permitted, marked apparent by sunlight.
I plucked it free, letting it glide like a fall leaf floor bound.
Traveling away from a traveler, I pondered on its passing.
Our poignancy broke as I turned nearer to the sun.
Under arms and across the chest
More vestiges of her appeared.
I picked for them,
Their auburn bodies fading to blonde at round ends.
One by one the disembarked.
Like vapours, that past night drifted in.

Break, bend and depart
From lofty boughs of lignin towers
And ease yourself towards the earth.
The icy draft, that same draft that nips and cuts at noses and cheeks,
Makes you its plaything,
Bestowing caresses,
Shaping the descent.
Had you eyes where would they wonder?
Towards the ground, cemented in cold callous destination?
Or perhaps, in contrast, eyes ever skyward
In homage to the dreamlike boundless azure

....A Love of the heart beats in a timelessness. ..

True lovers are ancient in each-other,
they've slept inside one another's hearts, forgotten each-other, forgotten themselves, only to come back and wake up to fall asleep again in various forms across the ages.
Love is eternal,
transferring one life to another,
a reincarnated affair tricking us and challenging our knowing of self in order to come back to our very own gateway of truth.  

Love is seeing ourselves in another and given a gift to celebrate it,
through the beauty of another and as a reflection of your purest self,
you celebrate in Union.

Love is ancient, all lovers have lived inside each-other.
There's an unforgotten memory of the heart that knows
such Lovers share One beating heart
in two human shells.

...A Love of the heart beats in a timelessness...

When we hold hands,
the way with which our fingers entwine is
akin to the way a flower unfurls its petals -
delicate, full of promise,

*and transient