as well as I know the colors of my blood, my guts, my words

yours,
they, were the first words, my eyes read this day

mine,
this, my last belief, as my heart thundering beats

come summer,
we will write together side by side,

the windy, invisible, indivisible
words composed will permanence survive

that will be our true benchmark
of lives well lived,
forever preserved,
death defeating words

you,
help me to
see too well,
so laughing shouting,
you,
fine woman-poet,

I know thyself