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a fireplace
in her silent hands
sighing
watching
us
burst and bloom

a winding stream
on the curves of her feet
laughing
waiting
calling and walking
forward

a faded canyon
on her leg
thunder
running all night
a respite
just saying
stay

a birdhouse
in her rib cage
lit with the soft light
of a thousand silent prayers
cooing
just a cradle for us
perched
and
breathing

my fingers
torn again

a torch a flame
sadness in the sweet
hanging refrain
my love
my love
my love