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The purple oceans crash against the walls of my heart -

it will explode, I fear, for you are not here to stanch the destructive tides.

The shrill Cicadas scream and I am numb beneath the blanket of sound. 

Silent. 

Empty. 

Motionless. 

The chrysalis cannot yet find its wings to dance with moonbeams and starlight.

Still the life courses through my veins, pounding through my fingertips.

My blood spills onto the cobbled street.

The sanguine river flows from my fingers and I hunger for your touch.

Press the soft curves of your lips to my cheek. 

Tell me that the Osprey will again eat its prey.

Tell me that the Long-eared Owl will again guard the night.

Tell me that your spirit rides to me upon the lunar winds.

Open my eyes so that I may see my flesh ripped from my blanched bones at your touch. 

Devour my ashes so that I may rise within you - one with you.

Crack open the black clouds, like an egg, and spill their golden yolk upon the muted sea. 

Your fingers.

Your lips.

Your belly.

The silken flesh of your inner thigh.

Touch me and let me again know the pulse of life.

Of Love.

What is time now? 

What is time now when I am in your arms?

What is time now that I am consumed by you? 

What is life without you? 

Tell me that we will again dance with moonbeams and starlight.