I will hold
All the winds in my heart
To stop
Their singing departure,
That the gusts might find
Where your case
Of yearning dwells.

A bed,
A scented bedroom
Full of memories of nothing but
The simplest heartbeat
I could cradle, of my own,
Under showering moonlight.

For your form,
I would wrap the world
If to recede among the tides,
The quilts,
Capturing the sheen of your skin
In the light of my eyes.

For the things we both want
Without much left to give
Of our hearts,
Both overturned
And right-side up.

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