i smiled
the way tiny birds do
when they learn to sing
i never thought
that worlds could open
when mouths closed
and meet halfway
with a slight part
and push
and lock
like that which is worn
around this fragile clock
that keeps your time now
steady ticking
to each carefully phrased
word
my hand on yours
telling time
in ways
that our fingers
and hearts
count days by
and our minds
dream by
in visions
of secret hopes
and feral knowlage
of body to body
spirit to spirit
whole to whole
you to i
the way fragile flowers blossom
when they finally feel the sun
i smiled
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