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At the time, we were gods
Caressing our skin on the flesh of the earth
Rivers and streams were our beds
The night sky our breath, our altar
We wore galaxies beneath our skin
Placed atoms in our massive hands
And counted our simple one-two breaths
We were peasant kings,
Grape-eaters in our primitive times
Tasting the flesh of the blistered sun under our tongues
Wearing away the centuries, we traded our fins for feet,
Our gills for a taste of transparent breaths
We were bidding farewell to our fellowship beginnings,
When we split our bodies with time and space
And we found a home in the pebbles that lined our forged hearths
We began to precariously perch ourselves on wooden foundations
And paddle towards a new dawn
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I’ve been craving you lately, my love
Yearning to let my fingers wander through your skin
And set a map maker to find the hidden places
That are calling my name
My god, how I’m craving your softness, love
Wanting all your corners to melt into mine ‘till the
Sky splits apart and sends us crashing
Into its elevated arms
Beaching ourselves in rivers, we bide our time
Licking wounds and flushing out burrs
‘Till our feet are once again ready to fly
Here we are, love, in wordless place where time bends
And cannot grab a hold of us
Where a paper’s memories take
Root in our bodies and spread like little children
A place where centuries dilate, hearts stop,
And all that remains are atoms passing between you and me
Like secret signals finding their way through the constellated space
And taking root in our breaths.
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