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choice, comfort, divine this, home, life, lingering, love, memory, sacred intimacy, solace, star crossed, truth
take of breath
my last surrender –
cleave these tired hands
tell me now of promise
never meant
to understand
when nothing else
is mattered –
will you watch
or dare you stay
skin to skin
beat to beating –
one more leaving
held at bay
roads were lost
but I won’t let them
take of these
the best I am –
burn the house
and clear the pasture
life will live
love will last
beyond these dreams
of temporary
things I have not voice
to tell
nights beyond
the reach of morning
heaven split
the realms of hell
take me home
tempt not slumber –
another time for us allowed
worry not for days
forsaken –
memories to grieve
now
. . .
tornadoday 
this is beyond gorgeous – your choice of words is beathlessly beautiful
O, thank you so much, my friend………… I appreciate your kindness.
Where else but here,would we go given a free choice. Is this not out choice, but “no choice of remembrance, else the woe would not be earthly woe”. Or maybe wow?
Or maybe indeed 💜
Would be easy to fall into the magic of these words, Bobbie. Another of your masterpieces. …………………………………………xo