bleeds through the
window in the front bedroom
where we lie
after a morning in the park
spent talking, holding hands,
and exploring.
our bodies are now spiritual
and holy
in the semi-dark,
our skin
once broken now
electric and vibrant,
nearly healed.
our warm flesh curled close
just after the joy and
abandonment of
the universal dance
that quenched desire
and filled the spirit.
yes, your touch was
nothing less than
a rhythm & blues
savior that brought
my flatlined body
and my Lazarus heart
back to life.
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