Passionate Words

In that chair I awoke
To falling dew from
Golden canopy of looming
Leaves that quiver
Loftily above my blinking surprise
Her glistening eyes
Moving me to my feet
Echoing across the sky
Confusion, clambering
Quenching
Sorrow’s want for her
A needed repast
Yearning for more than words
Pirouetting across the air
Surging forward to her embrace
To sunder her fixation with sadness 
She asks,
“Will you linger here?
Not there in the world of physical guise
But here with me
In this passion
Aroused to life
With movements of expelling air
For you are the only one
To ever hold, this
Part of me!”

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