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While The Sounds of Honeysuckle 

Filled, the nights...... air.

And thoughts, of love, filled my heart.

I emptied, my glass, and .....

joined ......,the underworld .

Where I waited for Psykhopompos.

And passage, to ........the realm 

of the dead. 

Iridescent, nay opalescent against, the sky. 

I sat with Vikings.

I watched hummingbirds, as they drank.

While, they talked to dolphins, as they flew.

I entered into torpor.

Death or aestivation ?

Sweet lips I taste no more.

I hope she stays , n don't fly away.

But.

I'll leave that choice ,

with you.

Of life of love...

And the hummingbirds....

Giajl © Jim Love