pleasant breaths brush against soft hands
fingers lacing like corsets,
supporting these vulnerable moments of trust
this is where the heart knows itself
where the skies of no forgiveness
retreat into their clouds to weep
so no thunder nor lightning may taint
these slow embraces and curling shadows
so the exhale may understand liberation
and the waxing and waning of the moon will illuminate
on these dark, sickly nights.
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