silver lines

the new day met with constance 
brazen she lay dreamily on downy pillow
proudly upon cirrus swish dreams
the weight of which pull lids deep

silken chords holding fast
basket below - up, up here we go!
ascending into senselessness
where memories roam on winds of warning

navigate desires like gusts taste of charcoal
cumulonimbus delay dawn's yearning
holding down gutless wondering
there she blows - hapless western wilds

combing fingers through silvery foam
capped on copper waves a lover's style
ancient language writhes under smiling eyes
wordless nod at time-worn heave of heart space

a fresh face crinkled by sharp cravings
admiring the anatomy of our youth
decades passing through all shades of blue
as if survived Antarctic

but no
we each to each
full of lyric, latin and lustful libre
boast of bodily heat returned to keep

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