your shame

sitting here for briefer moments
in the bright coin of noon, practical strangers;
chasms of the unspoken between us
teetering on the contour of our lips

it’s like listening intently to the sound a secret keeps
or rain falling across His open eyes,
silenced by unfinished

kisses. i want to tell You everything, 
and then some,
let the first moments come tumbling back out again; 
born again, given form, shape,
given new life, again
left to float away
or comfortably occupy this 
new space of being, again
if You so wish. 

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In a dream, you saw a way to survive, and you were filled with joy.


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