New tweaks next week, but now, a poem in progress

I am working on Tweak Your Slides, the student version. I am not really happy with the end product, so I am going to work on reorganizing and rearranging information before next month. I did fall into some kind of hole of endless nostalgia this week, though, and the result is below. It's only a first draft, and I feel the word terribly makes the whole thing seem rather juvenile. I do like the final lines though. What do you think?

(Image: Per Orla Wiberg via Flickr)

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Tonight I miss you terribly.
The flesh of your fingers
stained in script and guns
entwined with my flesh,
brown and warm and terrified
that this would be the last time
you held my hand and heart in yours.
I miss your contention,
rebelde spirit that showed me
for only a moment what
life is with a roman candle for a heart.
A moment, a mere glimpse of foam kissing shore
in an expansive ocean of time that
inevitably sweeps the foam away,
A reconstituted nothing—fish food.

Forgive these moments, love. You see,
you took the part of me
that I most wanted you to have.
The girl who, unafraid, wraps
Fairness and Justice like a sash,
cuts off one breast and takes up the bow.