rushing to filter the light
pouring from your eyes,
i find an inescapable gorge
where your beauty dwells,
raw and pure and
tangible as any glorious truth
could get, i imagine holding
in my hands all the webs and
fiber that make you
astoundingly and astonishingly
who you are - after all
these days, after all that
has come and gone, after
what we have forged.
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