Pain in the hugs, in the kisses
Pain in the full bodies.
Of what are they full
the bodies? What fills
when embracing with hugs?
A pain that passes, but does not go away.
It passes into breath, the tissues, the bones.
It becomes new body of ours,
our staying, waking up, another day.
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