When I breathe in
you sigh
for me, for you
for you, for me.
Behind these silences
a drawbridge
of hopes rises
and then falls.
Each pause
reaches its
extremity, its
counter demand.
Every pore
a moment's needing
for you, for me
for me, for you.
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