En graved, as if Marvell

And she pointed out
Those lines
At the bottom
Of her Page
Of heart
As if
En graved
There,
Marvell kind...

'Grave is a fine place...'
she started
Unfinished she left the rest...

And he
Looking at the bottom
Of the page
Smiled...
'Yes ...
And none do there embrace...'
As if he continued that
Marvell vein,
En graved...
There
Upon souls seen oft...

'But...'
knowing that there
Must have been some
Red ink dried somewhere
he thought to bleed...

'Then...'
he smiling in chipped
'We are no strangers
To the shore...
We are no humans...
Are we?'
Saying this
he opened his left arm...
Tattooed heart
There he had long since stuck...

'We are all His...
Sons or daughters...
And we are here...
Only for a brief sojourn...
Are we not?'

he said nothing after that
A longish pause there the small space filled...

And in her eyes
he saw how mirth flew like a moist monsoony dewy breeze...

As if he bled it right...
Like bleeding blue pure
On white...

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