She’s so beautiful.
Tussled and dreamlike.
Her hair spins in the winds.
As the pins in my shins relocate.
To my heart, pruned and hung.
Beaten more than beating.
She’s so perfect.
A touch of radiance divine.
Morning mist, moon kissed.
Freelance lovers
Of once upon a fantasy.
Let loose gravity.
Flung to the corners.
She was everything.
And I am without her.
Pouting and doubting.
Conception through death.
Bits and particles.
Puzzle dispersed.
A play we once rehearsed.
She is immortal.
Genesis without end.
Web is spun and neither won.
I shan’t forget.
The ashen brunette.
Melting memories splash and wade.
Nothing darkens.
Nothing fades.
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