Call me

 This chill springtakes no hostage blossom hoverson the brink & every breathis hard, rattles through. I’m closedin from cold. You calledagain, as you sometimes do, & life peeledback forty years evoked usshining new. You found melaughing, in that turbo crowd:our love a dream. I rememberevery charm we stitched,on our bracelet of desire, yet now we talkof children, grown & movedaway. Your new lovecleaves to you, like designerlingerie, & I fly freeas I always promised to; waiting forsun’s molten heart toheal me. .