Vaporessence

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Vaporessence

Curtains of dawn, slowly pulled over
the tops of ancient trees—
tops held, maybe, by
only the puppet-strings
attached
to the fingertips of old gods

I linger, awed to silence, turning now
with my face toward the leaving night.
Dawn greets me at my right, where
I catch a glimpse of Autumn
in the corners of the horizon

With a whisper,
Your name escapes my lips—
I breathe you, like honey,

and

I feel you on my skin
together with the dew.