Tilted
The last time
your mouth curled back
rippling the air warm,
assured.
And your eyes cast for parts the horizon.
Within words, intention blinking;
Your parts received.
By and by, adventure.
Today,
As you tilt
Parts are hit with frigid,
choking.
Now fingers pressed to their lips in
quiver
Sending low vibrations
All through.
Eyes droop like abject crescent
once fervent in knowing.
Finally,
mouths dragged pursed.
Tears complete the affliction.
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