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to rise .................... The light pads of his fingers upon my breasts rise to the occasion and push me toward light and darkness for that matter, his name liquid on leaves of fine ash and filtered sunlight where he asks again: "please…".... .. .. © Caroline Aubrey 2000

The Long Goodbye Is it a love that keeps us lingering or something far longer than a span of time and treasure which keeps us connected. Parting, we face a long line of litanies upon parting lips teasing tongues that cannot say goodbye. © 2006 Caroline Aubrey

Chaconne It is immeasurable the sadness by which your name has been lost. upon the keystrokes, upon the variations and lamentation of time I find the imprint of your fingers, your perfume, your lips painted red as the tears upon the dawn. I cannot find the words to express the sorrow of the passing of the light of the passing of shadow into darkness and it is in your love I find myself a refugee, a pauper, a prince and I will sing no more for the voice will give way to the movement and the fingers of bone worn to blood and I will sing a dirge as the cortege passes. Your lips upon mine and my hands will follow them,