I felt his heartbeat flutter as we rose
Above the leaf mold on the forest floor,
Half-way to Heaven for him, I suppose,
Where no salamander’s gone before.
I held him in my hand, eye-level. He
Lifted a frail, florescent, three-toed foot,
But hestitated going forward. We
Would meet as equals—on his terms. He put
His scarlet foot down gently on my palm.
I hardly felt the pressure—like a kiss
Leaves on your head when dreaming—calm,
Cool, amphibian—one that persists
After the thin film of moisture dries.
This is the imprint love leaves on the skies.
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