it's hard for me to let you go,
you look like an angel
--a deviant against God,
beautiful and forbidden
--against impermanence

ever-lasting; 
a taste of ambrosia
a touch of Midas; gold
--yet rarer than the birds
that seem to circle around
--your crown; 
not of thorns,
but early morning dew

and the fruits you bear; 
not of love,
but grief 
--and indelible prints 
pressed on your skin...

you make my heart beat,
for once it never moved, 
until my shadow was seen.
it's hard for me to let you go.