something to keep

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

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this is our density
mornings our bodies crumbled
half blood and unseen
fingerprints under sheets
no rescue until tender
no bounds to splendor
our eyes met and made love
dreams swore sweet
and safety made your zone
after dead dial tones
a treasured den
where nothings meant
our words assent 

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