Aswoon.
With a weeping chest.
A frenetic sneeze upwind.
A laugh.
A withering shadow of your touch.
Fathomless downfall into a kaleidoscope of honeyed golden brown.
A legacy of an arrival,
and a shaft of an endless leave,
spearing down my throat.
Disimpassioned effusion of a lasting gasp,
stucked in my heart.
