Selfless Service
Her eyes unfriended his form
Ridged and meaty as a walnut
This was her ramble
He could envelop all of it
He unwound her shroud
Grey as stone
His knuckles of muscle murmured
She heard every syllable
The whisper of her pink lids
Made milky his eyes
He held his tongue
Rippled the delicate moss
She was exacting, a bird
His heart had more room for her
But she glutted on novel
She flooded him in a needy movement
Not seeing, still she knew
She abandoned the lot
In a tub of moments
Oh so perfect, tinged with purple
He folded, sealed the letter
Sad like a pawpaw
Watched her retreating hair
She knew, he understood.
(c) Tasha Chinnock 2006
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