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Heartrending above me

clouds that hover cold and alone

I try on new wings

tender touches of a graceful state

whims of winds come find me again.



I rise, and fall



Or like waning moons



I have loved this way



Waves rip tide out to sea

and soon we were

taken under,

and it is not

that I measure days.



Nor attempt to bind



Or grasp



But your kisses penetrate



This I accept as true

your passionate touch

knowing fingers make me beg

my willing flesh

I wanted you so much.



Then with a mind that cannot mesh



Your love was not for me



I am of the prose the stanzas part



Scent of jasmine sweet

fragile as dragonfly wings

as expressions surpass,

a conspiracy of silence

and this is the meaning of my heart.