Through linen folds diurnal kite tails | 1 |
streak across the room, | 2 |
capturing the ashes | 3 |
of a fallen day in their reaches. | 4 |
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Eyelids butterfly, announcing her | 5 |
azure awakening. A slow arc curls | 6 |
into her cheeks as ivory sentries | 7 |
take in the dusk. | 8 |
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Adjacent; | 9 |
his impression, their coupling | 10 |
her security, | 11 |
held fast in the cotton creases | 12 |
that cloak his simple words, | 13 |
words that his fingers traced | 14 |
at noon, yet linger still, indolent | 15 |
along her thigh. | 16 |
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Azure blends with indigo, | 17 |
kite tails evanesce | 18 |
she is unaware of the dampness | 19 |
on her cheeks. | 20 |