Epigram ‘n Aphorism Samwiches

Late Silhouette

I preserved my heart that you conditioned.
Pieces of me, shadowed, hide
from golden, black-streamlined eyes —
cheeks, red-pinched hollows,
beacons of time, flash luminosity
with final sighs undressed uttered.

My view is cast to a polarizing horizon —
dimming features, gray silhouettes
and misty purpose tempt to pursue.
Are you arriving there, too?

I thought we melded with the sunrise;
vapor-fed fuel blackened huffy sky-waders.
I glimpsed you in the margins of a life
half-past October, solitary, fighting frost.
No spade to serve, I clutched a curled handle
beneath a thin yellow, pelted-wet half-moon.

Bladed irises, standing guard, plot
purple revisions; another dreamer’s hue,
when I regret losing the shape of you.
Dry eyes crystallize the color of blue.


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Raw, one time type, newly edited.
Though, only seem to 'speak' regularly to one of you
about this slow roasting vision.