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As the sand falls from my fingers
(into the salt of the earth)
And digests it in instant reprisal,
My blood too is washed away,
Downstream
From my body -
Powdered and broken.
Your look of despair.
Standing irresolute.
Why won't you look at me?
Eyes looking down diffidently as I
See tears falling down
Your cheeks,
Gracefully,
Yearning for me to catch them
With my finger and place my
Soul into them and
Weep with you.
A goddess in the morning.
Sunbeams barely touch her.
Through the window I see the
Shadow of a dragonfly on the grass
Darting back and forth.
A butterfly joins in the fun,
Meandering -
I look back at the goddess lying
On the soft sheets, now bathed
In dragonfly light,
Floating like a butterfly.
Your eyes release their tears and
For a moment, they are caught in the crevice of your nose.
Then the saltiness reaches your lips,
And i want to kiss you,
To taste the entire flavour of
Your body.

— The End —