The wind on a crisp autumnal day

Look out beyond the blue,
see the reflection behind its hue;
Watch your eyes smile back
and push you onward to a final breath.

Speak out in little fragments of talk –
such a soft sex of words
that spread across our skin –
endlessly shifting
with sporadic interjection.
No tears,
only smooth unspoken selection.

Look out as we speak into the sky.

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