Shards of memory
still draw blood,
razor sharp reminders
of another life,
when you loved me
and I loved you.
I could sense gravity on my skin then,
hear the color flush into the blooms,
anticipate the grasshopper's solo
before its first note–
but that was back when
you loved me
and I loved you.

with souls likened to clouds
sometimes dark
often light

its the rainbows arc
where poetry
resides

as you sail
effortlessly
across a blue sky

Separate beds and shades
Of reds. Intimacy is
A ****** handprint.