I've seen countless skies begin to linger
Above us as we interlace fingers
His caress moves me to the ground and I
Move to the sound of melodic twilight
I look upon his dimmed though amber eyes
Alone possess oblivious goodbyes
A prickled sense does the grass send to me
Slight breathing makes I open now to see
Dusk begins to settle as I lose touch
As motion apparently seems robust
Still longing to live for one last moment
In time for the buds to maintain the scent
He kisses so sweetly with bitter taste
As I long for so much to never fade
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