platinum child

her smile is like satin
of a timeless moon
with ruby lips
that spark a wordless me

I claw my way
from a wild dress
but she is patient in
sometimes somber seams

the soft gift of her voice
melts the heir
as crownless as a queen
sworn to secrets
and tongueless yet
sometimes swarming seams

the beating drones
cast up in darling wind
like her laughter
lifts up and down
in silent bounding beams

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