where we merge

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My hands move into silk the green

silk with you under it

 

and you (this is where I kiss you)

 

stand against the morning the new

morning with the kiss of sun under it

 

(this is where you kiss me) you will

 

turn your gaze your brown-eyed

gaze with me under it

 

you will touch my (every every) lips my

lips to hold the precious

 

memory of their prayer

against your (every every) freckle