Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole

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To all the spaces that couldn’t carry me

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The wind breathes the scent of sea
blowing through chocolate hair
length draping over straight shoulders
falling to my waist
salt and sand coat wispy strands
forming upside down commas
dancing along a line
cursive flags on sheet music
beat by beat, steady

my gaze sits on the descending sun
as the sky moves
gradient melting
golden pinks, fiery orange, and
sweet smoky lilac
the warmth of the sun seeps into skin,
kissing my forehead,
then my eyelids,
tip of nose,
symmetrical
cheekbone pads,
brushing quietly against lips sealed for too long
to cup my jaw covered in golden skin
rolling down throat,
staying on collar bones
glowing

releasing the long breath
here

to wander the corridors of memories
touching doors,
burnt frames with only the hinges intact
pain cascading through my body as I pass
heaving, retching,
mighty,
storm waves slam against boulders
spraying the shoreline

most come for the light drizzle
but you...

dimly lit bookshelves line walls
leather couch worn in
I smile at all the nights we’ve known each other
without touch or sound
as the world slept

a light grew, slow and steady
you never forget your first

even as the earth shook,
violent
stars fall from the sky
rage held in roaring comets
barreling into packed soil
chest bursting in true red
I collapse

still, finding your hand

as the years pass
brown eyes form blue grey rings on milky irises
head of snow
hands aching from worn tendons
and our home
faded

an old blue quilt
weighted
to hold us through

until we meet again