Into bouquets of memories
Those red kisses overlayed
With white sprays of hope
Star spangled afternoons
Entwined in arms, legs, hair
Breaths, blankets, bites and all
So busy that I forgot to
draw a black dot on
Your treasured face to
ward time's inevitable eye.
And so beauty is fated to die,
But what burns was once alive.
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