7th day pome

Collision
.
In consentual action -
we were two bright stars
that left orbit to collide
.
one midsummer when
the door was open -
you said, "The last time!"
.
It hung in the air midstream;
a salmon jump interupted
while I thought out
.
the consquences -
only to leave me past autumn
when the last fires
.
are put out. You were
the night shining. Frost
on your amour.
.
(c) RJL2011