Unravelling You would fall asleep one hand curled into the twist of my braid, the sweep of lash revealing bluish veined lids as angels breath sighed, vents from heaven. Those eyes that would stare still holding the mystery of aquatic sails at night and lips, pouting, pursed in remembered storms, winds not yet quieted. When you fell, the time it took to quell a dark and squally cloud whose cries ricochet as I bathed my lips in your first blood You took your thumb as in sleep it slid the trajectory of time and wonder, knots as tightly woven as my braid that in future would slowly be unravelled.
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