washed up on the shore
lip of sunlight-slow
fall-upon them with new wings
from first, tangled flight.
the prince- his footsteps,
source the red of chosen depth
living out of reach.
the lower window
in this place, crossed and held his
outstretched guiding way.
golden bars beneath
his hands, capable and full-
cover her body.
when the water comes
above her in the air, he
is just- touching one.
heavy resting look.
his equal, taking- firm half
holding gentle plans.
his light cold shoulder
covered green space between them,
under fruiting trees.
fire from above
her shallow understanding
of the fruiting trees.
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Your writing is so tight and musical. Many individual line stand out — which means great line breaks. I really love the first line: lip of sunlight-slow.