(signed) in pink

as through the thoroughfade,
you caressed the luminence
'round you, the butterglow
of highest noon
nestled on every jawdropping
inch of you.

i bathed in the Tahoe of
those eyes, buried demons
and face in Gaian hair,
savored the scent of petals
and readiness lost in
the timelapse of maturity.

rushed seemed the freefall,
all gravity and disbelief
and dishevel, but still
i hear the sweet siryn
of your whispers.  come
here, come home.

and the hand is averted
as it approaches; no need,
as you've framed a
wraith in your sightline.
the swagger and sashay
siphoned away, a chilled
autopsy of past ascendance
snuffed as the
whoosh of candlelight
in a sinister breath.

but what the everyday
summons of our awe
and splendor, it barters us
in comearound, a recycling
of if, each dawn
glazed with purples, shaded
of blues, signed in pinks.

and this is how i choose
to remember what you
will always be.