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2010

how many seasons
circles confessed
where once we did share
a dance neath
the clouds
swimming and swaying
was something like praying –
and wondered I then
would you remember
my touch

blossoming flower
with will
to surrender
lying the night
in the shade of the moon
wrapped in each other
as secrets so tender
words meant for wasting
pulled dreams
into life

write on my soul
verses of cinder
– to hold
as once I did you –
rocked in your cradles
died in your arms
and whittled my name –
to your hands
kissed were the roads
of miles
passed between

the first of forever
I knew

. . .