It's Still Life

Her Eddying Swirl

It’s those clouds in forked streaks.
Shades of blue and contemplation,
How long has it been between kisses.

She was once ripe with birth.
She was once more than taffeta.

Life is an eddy, a swirl, and one day
her heart will forget to beat, but for now
she wonders, Who am I to feel so well.

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