We shall have beds full of subtle odors

Couches as deep as tombs

And strange flowers upon shelves

Exerting their last warmth at will.

Our two hearts shall beam, two large torches

Reflect their double lights

These twin mirrors inside our minds

Glowing softly and then the embers

Will fade into darkness within the flame

Wailing as it goes.

On an evening made up of a mystic pink and blue

We shall exchange a single flash, a morsel

Of a fading rainbow,

And heave a deep sigh

Like a long sob charged

With intense farewells,


The softest kiss upon the brow

In parting

Butterfly wings no more, it shall lie heavy

Rooted firmly, we have become



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