@Chamomile 19 August 2020 edited more from that month

Bones

Uncertain lines wrapped with sanguine Naive monochromes of gray scale Veils of shadows concealed our own ghost Aforementioned, ‘twas contemporary feeling of grief. Aroma of desiccated chloroplasts, of dark chitins of dust. Fingertips whispered on to something vanished. Old friends had compelled around same old curves. Got drenched in our whole tower of life Leave pigments but not words unexpressed. Down to our most fibrous bones Counting price tag, better to have mislaid Than never have loved at all. Need walls of bamboo grasses to breathe like space from me But couldn’t stretch the polysaccharides that I need. **Most defending** ***ascospore*****, say what you mean to say.** **For I won’t wait if you flee.**