We will never know
until great storms
rip the bark from our bodies
until water is exposed to the air
until we get older
a dream at a time
I know now
that I cannot lose you
more than this
I want a few leaves to stay
to raise the water from your soul
I will love the stone
when the fruit is gone
from my lips
It will be as the weight
of your love
crying on my tongue
Its white milk
the sea in which we bathe
When it swells and grows
as a flower again
A kiss from your dark earth
I know now
that I cannot lose you
more than this
All absence disappears
in your eyes
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