Dan
and

if the stainglass sunset shattered?
would those razor raindrops slash?or
slide across our silken skins
The stockings hung by the chimney with care
had been burnt by the fireplace flames and
laid bare
        to be carried by diamondblue waters that
kiss                clouds and mountaintops and
cover summer gardens in green coat mists But
summer's lovers were left covered
        in nets of refined regret

and
when we bled together
we stained each other. so
we drew a circle round the sun
and finished.where.we.started.from.

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