these particles, us, drifted for eons​

to the one,

i give:

the sylphic dance motes hung in quiet lair,
stars flensed from midnight-sky above our patch of home,
the chatoyant sun splashing over breakfast.

i give:

the redolence of coffee as we bask in its secret lore,
these pallid bones heaped from swell Spring turning,
our sudor swathed in petrichoric embrace.

i give:

the cardinal kiss announcing my ardour afresh,
the gentle music collected from hands poised in writing,
the cursive smoke gliding along the hall.

i take:

these moments for eons.
these particles for us.

this long echo of flesh.