as resurrection parts, we do, sigh

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The dust settles in the crevices of the flesh, split

pink beauty sighs, on the morning rise

and only with the lengthy night can he and I admit

*

When we lie side by side as gossamer lovers,

you shift, in the resurrection of things,

while the whispering walls have no more words

and the slumbers part with the spring.

*

No more tenderness, God knows, here I admit,

forever yearning with these reaching moist eyes,

while these infidelities, creeps, and I submit

*

Never shall I have you here, or you I again,

memories laid into matches three by three

and there is no splendor resurrection

as always dust settles on bent angel wings.