Softening the Lines

Bring me flowers,
to wear, now
on skipping, laughter in my hair
days. You always give me pink
for symmetry
and the sweetness of you

with me.

Kiss my lips while they are warm
inviting melt,
pulsating, petal silk skin;
your hands, turning winter
into spring.

These autumn days swirl past
with cold looming, sweet
but never fearful
with your fingers softening lines,

tracing life,

reviving breaths
even after I take my last.

~

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