Our breath gathers in silence,
Gravity igniting in the grooves
We thread and yield like fish in water.
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I salt my landscapes with shadows
With loaves of rye bread
And rows of weathered shoes.
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My senses exchange themselves
The tilt of your head smells
Of raspberry jam and clover.
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We send each other letters
Thick with perfume and plans
For a life we have never known.
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