Why, do You hide so!
So seek, do I;
Why?

Out of all the words
we said (& never believed)
"You are beautiful"
remain the only three words
for love inside of me.

*
                 I    I      
           watched & waited    
         under curious glass           with burning wings
              as iridescent hopes fell                held by such whispers    
                                           like dust powdering           from lips which touched                          
         the velvet; Soft
        once in the breeze.
        Flight, found again
         in the last sip. Sweet
        nectar forever pinned
       in an immortality
       extinguished.
      §

In the still,
We saw only the leaves, the paper of petals, moving.
Yet, all for all, were humbled;
Moved.

One silvery arc crosses the darkest distance.
Listen quietly... Hear silences between beats;
As shared scenes, bring us together,
apart.

Let
              the moon
cast me in
your shadow                  
For I
             would sip
again
           your poison                          
& allow
               the words
             you left etched
in      
              loves' silver
                       to
               burn
                            like acid                      
                  corroding my spine
                             as you writhe
                      still
           within
   my core
than            
ever, ever
forget

I know you, like no other;
"Does it hurt... the truth?"
Searching lips, forge answers;*
Tasting, solidifying, our known proof.

Slowly, a single white feather
on her cold, out-stretched palm, *alighted.
She knew then... those thoughts
were of her surrender.

T
i
n
der
of smiles,
c r a c k ling
word sparks,
ignite the
dry.

                                                             ●^●
                                                     Little
                                    bangs of pop
              pop poppin', corn snacks
            made for tiny stockings
      Tree are decked
  (with needles
dropping) as
snow outside
shows no signs
of stopping Tasty
moustaches from hot  
choccy mugs, smiles warm          
   Home, all snug. My Christmas                           
                             always filled with                                                                                       
  ­                  love                                                             ­                                        
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