You as the life of yours, no other,
Your eyes blinking at the wondrous sun,
Yours as the evening covered in crimson,
Mine in your sweet heart of red to belong.
Fainting aft, bar rendering the flower,
Covered over with petals dark and black,
As you come as the white leaf of heaven,
Break here my love, not o'r the shoulder back.
You and the atoms, whatever dreaming —
slip light to the wood, I will find you there,
We'll run we in the cool moss and listen
Lay in mist, fingers of love kissing air.
Mingle our silence in the earth and clay,
Of this and these things of us I do pray.
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