The Greeks would
scent the wings of doves
send them high flying above
fragrance scattered, air perfumed
I, too breathe you
out in scented breath
swirls infused and fecund
with you and with I
Not just for me now
do you here remain
For all of heavens above
and earth, we imbue, as one
No, I am not yours, not I
nor you mine ever or now
But of the heavens above
and earth; released you and I
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