Smiles, now eroded
into the muddy waters...

The constancy, the repetition:
that’s what I loved...

when you moved too fast for me to see,
i thought you were constant...

...you then smiled,
with your rotting teeth showing...

Your songs, its melodies lining like silk
the darkness between rays upon rays of starlight...

With me as a poodle
and you being you...

Your smile opens like a harpist’s hands -
dancing through whispers among strands...

A seed that seeped into the heart, it creeped:
with its silent crawl, with its branches small...

You know,
in your eyes...

We saw the long, broad strokes of sunlight
woven into melodies...

When I went
deep, deep into the water...

Your warmth
was like the melodious whispers of a harp...