your own, my own

here is your hand and
now i am yet closer
still
fold myself
watch the sun
still and breathing i
am not just a shell fall
ing tumbling
noisy
not an empty vessell not
a lonely flower not
a crawling raindrop not
a barren bulb
not.

now
a
sweetersound, i am
your own
now
my own.

18 Dec. 09 – Chado

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