the words roused and taunted
by seldom, searching, seething
distance and differences
that bring us to the call,
the entwined phrases arching
itself to the shades
of gray that bend in the
breaking white darkness
that circle and filter the
perpetual desire we were
borne of, you and me,
clasping each other's hands, holding
the faint soul of summer
until the last leaf unfolds.
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