today, upon a greening hill…

today, upon a greening hill,
i kissed you on your nuanced lips;
a momentary blending with
your tousled hair,
and trembling fingertips —

today, upon an angel’s hill,
we pulled the sky down to the ground,
then let it slip back up to float
away again,
since i won’t be

around

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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