Within your two-tone sweep
You brush and crush and kiss
A double-sided bliss
From deep to ether deep
Across the air you splay
The colors of your sigh
Your hello and good-bye
Disguised as night and day
You hide in youth-romance
Or in the half-breath glow
Of innocence before they know
The power of your dance
Your cadence rises, falls
In hemlock hymn or gale
You laugh and weep and wail
In midnight madrigals
We cannot glimpse or grasp
Beyond your present breath
Or resurrect from death
Spent moments from your clasp
And from your phantom grail
Of future, present, past
A lifetime fills your glass
And spills on living’s trail
© Janet Martin
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