IN MY ARMS

A dearth of breath
put aloft death to the eyes
so dear to mine.
It took the last from those lips,
And fetched them unto
The waning whispers of thine.
A whole of my life,
Whose breath I'd rhyme, now
In my arms lay still and subtle.
Seasons of blooming,
That slipped away
With the fall of a petal.
A split of worlds, you cleave
As you part your lips
Apart.
You cling to time,
Pillowed upon my breast that beats,
For the loss of a heart.
And all that the stars owed to you,
Rained upon, but for the handful,
That I stole from the spilt.
For you might come looking one day,
And I would fly along my Love,
For I'm waiting..still.

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