your kiss is like a torn cloth
it fits against the sky like a church spire
alone in a prairie of winter.
your touch runs like a furrowed field,
line beside line, unbroken.
if there had been a moment
for breathing,
for asking,
I would have told you, love
that I’d pay any price
-my heart knows its color
my blood, my being
knows its name.
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And ... thank you.