When yesterday's kiss is yet wet
We trust, in the present perfect sky
Remembering to think, in that slow-rhythmed universe
We could wake desire, with that word-naked smile;
Dance in which this embrace, surround time
Like a voice can wear down
The opened perfume of morning,
Were all of the questions
Once allowed, to devour eternity.
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