heart of my heart
flesh of my flesh
the merry bell tolls,
cries tinkling chimes
of young laughter
I sink in the depths
of your pestle, mortar,
delicate dripping lips
the hours are now years
hazy and blurred
of swaying breeze, and
careful steps; flighty
translucent limbs splayed
out in the sunrise of
pale moon eyes
shadow, shadow
I breathe in this now
exhale the rest, leaving this
heart in your trembling
willowy hands
(A.H.Z)