I breathe you in. You
cough me up in
fits - starts
of dust - and I, blind,
embrace you with arms that don't
grasp - clasp
closer, neck
in my arms. You -
g a s p. I don't know
how I breathe and you divide
yourself in more than you are.
Only dust is left for me.
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The Sun Shone at Dawn
PoetryThe wind blows harder under many shades of grey. The sun shone at dawn. *** A collection of haikus, tankas, poems about nature, climate change, platonic love, and any other poems I feel like writing or translating to English.
