the vines tangle and our embrace
weave an intense current
of conversations that live
to breathe punctuations and
synaptic movements excised
by this hunger, unfleeting,
humming, aching for more
gathering a storm that
is our love and being
subdued by its own innate
peace, holding on to
cracks and fissures
that give me your color,
flaws that present your light.
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