Lower case love

in my remembrance of you
a sea of things is lost, yet
lingering at eye corners,
between minute skin fissures,
along lithe lifey threads,
elusive of varnished smiles
and calloused half-hearts,
there stands a whole, articulate
language of you meant to escape
my grasping, sweltered lips.
de-vowelled and unveiled,
a clatter of fallen sticks,
dispersed far and wide
shouts our own dismantled
runic spasms, jabbering.

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