Let
              the moon
cast me in
your shadow                  
For I
             would sip
again
           your poison                          
& allow
               the words
             you left etched
in      
              loves' silver
                       to
               burn
                            like acid                      
                  corroding my spine
                             as you writhe
                      still
           within
   my core
than            
ever, ever
forget

Whilst some carry only the smallest of
holdalls;
Unswayed by weight & undefined by contents.
  *Others will just see, "baggage".

One silvery arc crosses the darkest distance.
Listen quietly... Hear silences between beats;
As shared scenes, bring us together,
apart.

... of obtuse separation,
you're closer
if angels
a' cute

:)

"           "
              * Squizzel
                wa       s       my
                    first      word,    
                                                            sat upon my mothers                                        knee.
          ­                                                 Two little maple syrup eyes                   blinked, smiled,
                                                            look­ed up at me from under a         wild mop of Autumn 
                                             coloured hair; A tiny little hand      curling around                                                  my finger.  Such love. I feel.     **She'll be sipping 
                                          a Gingerbread Latte along-side me today,
                                               when, just two, walk through the park      
                  feeding squirrels,
                 silently.

In the still,
We saw only the leaves, the paper of petals, moving.
Yet, all for all, were humbled;
Moved.

"Never knock upon my door!"
Only unwelcome visitors, and death, do that.
Left ajar, let me greet you,
from within.