tenderly mine

tenderly mine
                for Keikei

not knowing
whence
this life
rises still
the fountain
lip of heart
mossed over
nor into
what dark it
runs through
breaking structure
of body and sagging
mind
know
just
the warmth
of it
comes
mostly
from your
eyes as they
follow
tenderly
mine

 

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