Your mane of salt, pepper
like silk seeped, bleeding canvas
Orlov Trotter
the grey pulls out the stars
in your coat
my fingertips trace glossy photos
staying on individual points
lingers
to comb your downy swan neck
our synced heartbeats
touching
deep intelligent eyes
We forgot your elegance
in search for more agile,
more power
more
artifact
living beauty
past prime
not an object
not
human
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 