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we took those rowing of boat moments
between the drifting side of sleep
and that gentle breeze of hems
before dawn leans down low to kiss

and shared the scent of our new leather
as our eyes searched their back skins
then opened to find another's eyes waiting
to see ours for the first light of day

those moments where our hands were confused
about the difference between proper
and the desire to know heaven from experience
when no one was around to hear our prayers

wordless words that just stayed on our lips
and made our soul moan from heart bottoms
then fly high above our recollection
wingless like gauze before the threads

when only the weaver could dream them true

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