what could we crave more
the blanketing cherished most
in a body where we keep
all pur painstaking orchids
bathed moon meadows, lonely
clovers; counted possessions
we can’t help but recreate
from uninhabited houses
springtimes relived without
strangers as family
doorways barricaded
razors in pillowcases
what could be taken
from what was given
all that had to be
relearned in reflection
a new way to smile
on our own terms
you belong in kind
rooms that cry with you
a sanctuary of unbound walls
i can hold you here
because you hold me
no longer afraid
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