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01/28/12
Breezes
The breaths our bodies breathe between us — Mouths, noses, eyes, ears, hearts So close, they know the lush depths of our flesh — Are breezes kissing, smelling, seeing, hearing, pulsing Every essence of our sleeping, dreaming beings . . . Breezes chasing themselves, like music's moods, From cadence to caesura to cadence . . . Breezes caressing our nakedness, As breaths breathing affection between our bodies.
01/28/12
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