Poem Twenty: Love Poem

Love Poem

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We move through space.

Seers and prophets

summoned by the explosion 

of dust and heat.

The unseen 

becomes seen:

dawn, stream, current,

the many-tailed surge.

We move through space

between forms.

Folded current, your heart,

the lines between birches

unfasten

in weather and wind,

until the world

enters your mouth.

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