Let the last page float off
Into the dark fingers the moon kisses
To gleam like a jewel may it be
Polished by the breath I gave
Back to the world from sky of day,
The last page
I’ll hold it for the moment it is mine
Then let the heart twirl it away
From the blood and tears and pulse
That made it
The scrap that it is
Of the scent of you
Written January 28, 1996
(desmond)
Image: Elizabeth Messina
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