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Tuesday, April 5, 2011


Touch the intimate quietness of your heart and in that moment, find peace.

"They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered."
— F. Scott Fitzgerald

Two Bodies

Come lay with me
on mirrored sheets
of time,
cotton worn thin from weight and oil.
Come lay with me
and blend your body into
the warm core of mine,
come lay with me and
quiet the squalls
of screaming words.
Skin to skin,
two breaths,
nursing baby,
red grape into wine,
water soaking into earth,
a blanket stealing a chill—
come lay with me
and make me forget,
forget my troubles of the day.

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