I bless her soft eyes
with my warm mouth
for her eyes kiss me
dead and quick.
Let these silent empty lips
touch her closed eyelids
gentle like wet snow
lost in a whispering river
on the cusp of freezing
in devotion to the only soul
with whom I’ve shared sleep
deep as a forest under winter.
fragment blessing
a poem by troy cady
for heather
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