Quadrille 117

You,
clawed 
as dragon fruit

There can be no aubade,
no gentle lifting
the morning light

Paring back sheets
like skin of soft plums
to abide this leaving

Only
the heart of fire
like the sun 

In my palm
burns just to say
goodbye 

dVerse Quadrille

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