Niceties of a Lady

I lack the soundness
in stature,
Subliminal pace of which I
must go,
Perched upon iron,
Set unto stone,
Few and far between
that endorse you have grown.

Towards grandeur
Forward still,
I found a partner
Within your windowsill

Not of flesh,
absent touch
for present flight,
Around the time
you lost your sight.

Fast, withheld speed,
the Winter Lady fell upon rock
Retrieving slack from your rope
As time passed
Without a clock.

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