And so, my beloved.

Ahh, now...If you were reflected in the glass of my tears, silently smudging my cheek and attending to my broken heart that you had churned into sweet buttermilk, the taste of which moves the tongue at the thought of kissing your lips, gently measuring the size, softness and moistness of your intentions towards me, the ones given from fading sparks until ready to reignite our love for old times sake or closure or regret yet to be felt. And so my beloved I release you from my heart so that I can see you once more anew and shining as my heart breaks free memories of your intensity and love filled eyes hungering for mine, and touches that cannot be untouched only remembered as tender as the beating drum pounds to our song.