Akin a cageless mockingbird
after she bathes she sings
to a room full of reminders
where our horizon met its end and
an endless grey sky now begins;
You who loved as a verb
you who loved until it hurt
How can I not think of you
as I hold your eponymous pen
and feel the gravity
of her black skinned,
white starred curves.
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