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gaze locks and hearts open, into

an embrace soft like moss

promise me you'll listen

to yourself

promise me you'll try

blueberry kisses one spring afternoon

buds unfurl, leaves splay open

and we melt into each other

everything is receptive

everything is alive

camping under the new moon

Orion protecting our slumber

a warm puppy between us

something we devoted ourselves to

someone we could raise, in love

Appalachia holds us, rocks us,

pours blessings over us

saying, "yes, Child, this is good."

"Yes, Child - this is sweet and holy and true."

healing wounds

and sweetly tending to

our traumas

embracing the tiny me,

the tiny you

the innocent ones

the chink in the armor

i allow you to touch

a crack in the halo

i turn to reveal

these blemishes

you still kiss

we dress wounds with deep listening

applying a salve of compassion

and together, we heal ourselves

one tended-to tragedy at a time

hearts seek, hearts need

a soft landing

i'll be

your soft landing

soft eyes

pale face

sweet embrace


tantric touch

electric lips

handfuls of

the intimate this

moonbeam light

chocolate dream

melting stars

girl being seen

spirit breath

humid teeth

night air

tension release

impossible puzzle

perfect piece

gentle dancing

stay with me

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