I wait, four curtains distant, eyelids guard my memories: her in dusk’s clothing, beauty like the clean evening mist that hangs from lavender’s tips, never to rust. There’s power in fading away... Rust, it’s silent, inevitable journey from skin to heart. But I clean and clean, preserving beauty, love framed with the gnarled timbre of her eyes, never seeing. What shield can guard us from the setting of our suns? I wait, four curtains distant.
Written for Laura’s dVerse prompt “Vertical line of kisses”
Using the line “I guard her beauty clean from rust” from Siegfried Sassoon