We learn each other with time and laughter
We hold one another in mind and breath
Our joys more numerous than lights
in the river of stars above
our city of night
pushing blossoms to the dock
pushing gulls on a salted wind
When you hold me, I want
nothing more than to be wood
smooth and cool to the touch
like the green forest air
When I close my eyes, I know you
on the tips of my fingers,
like soft yellow petals
growing through the concrete
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