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Not to remain in any shape,
removing the real flesh,
body,
actuality
of the warmth
of my exhaled breath.
Seeing to it
that
I cannot
and will not
now be confined
to a box
within another's life
like, let me see -
a fondly remembered
dead pet.
As you took
my breath away,
so do I
now.
You have provided well
and amply,
regularly,
assiduously,
dry material.
Tossed in from time
to time,
a spark,
even flame.
But how could it catch
a heart still ablaze?
I have unwillingly
and in a retardent fashion,
taken now little pieces
and so,
laterly,
unwittingly,
too long,
scraps.
And the chaff
of your intent;
chafing,
It rubs.
Heating yet cooling
in the reality of this,
half life,
I fatigue.
Like a light alloy metal,
half,
something else,
darkened and tarnished
love.
Now,
let this
be our pyre.
Let us willingly ignite all,
past, present, future,
in one last conjoined,
strong and resolved
breath,
that meets
and greets,
gladly.
The source,
the truth,
of this fire
is a last loving act.
Toss it all in,
in one moment,
consumed utterly,
rising smut be us.
Heaveward acension
and free to go which way
or that,
with the four winds,
embracing something
so much greater,
than the two,
as was.
Now,
as then;
Phoenix,
two wings strong,
acendent.