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One-Point Perspective

I saw him dancing among the trees
I reached towards his hand with the length of my arm
I caressed his fingertips
I felt the pull of masculine build
I drew into his orbit.
I felt his gravity upon my light body
I laid him down and rested his head on my lap
I took an apple from the tree and fed it to his hungry lips.

I grow old.
I saw his skin prune as my own
I grabbed an apple from the tree beside me
I fed it to him
I saw even natures nourishment could not save him
I felt his spirit leave him.
I buried him.
I let him go.
I am alone.
Written by drunkenplaywords
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