loathing had been a mirror of his sleep,
now without sanitorium or astral light,
deaths pungency had gone
she lay before him,
naked as the solemnized wedding bed,
sewn with silk and love
cerise ridge scars
created with a skill he never knew he had,
her offal once mortal
he feasted upon
washed with wine and tears,
absorbing her
leaving her with mechanics,
parting her legs
felt for the copper tube
inserted handle
and turned each activating
and animating,
mechanical precision went into motion
body shuddered
eyes a shade of fog fluttered open,
she could move
with silence as her voice was no more,
he helped her dress
that velvet gown
he loved so much,
outside to walk again
without fear of bacteria or virus
morning filled the mountains with shadow,
holding hands
her face a dark riddle,
in her eyes she had the knowledge
to do the same for him
when that time came
to walk immortal together,
then she paused
he thought mechanics had failed
as she began to lift off the ground
taking flight,
he panicked calling out
as she slipped out of grasp,
soared higher into air
unable to reply,
that she had a lover she had
to find
Chagall
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