Always October
With lips that promise June
A contrary omission
A mediated lie
A forgotten truth
Somewhere in between
Poetic and peaceful
Brash and broken
The mean balance
Always tipping
Waxing and waning
A living tide
Licking the shore
Breathing into each other
We bleed into each other
Melting together
Like sex and death
Through the looking glass she tumbles 
powerful sentiment over memories.
now in history they are etched for in your poetry they become hidden stories…:D