You leave me breathless, 
devoid of speech,
standing in the shadows
as the swallows bank 
and swoon against the amber
reflections of eternity.

A game to them; 
To touch
against the pastel sky
and fall in flock
to recesses
of the tattered shoreline.

As we fall
and fade to mist
on the breath 
of a jealous god,
my hands touch the places 
you have kissed.

Left breathless,
I stand with time,
a purple memory cast
from the slivered moon.

Know you now,
where the moon gleams
so shall I be, breathless
and waiting
forever.


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