i have known the sweetness of your touch,
the warmth that climbs from the goodness of your spirit
to glow into my eyes. I have seen the sunrise
in our greeting
and the dull fall of dusk in your leaving.
The sad sound of mourning doves fill
the air that covered us as one.
In the echoes of woman sounds, moments
when we raced the round whirl of night unto day
shoulders and knees, breath unto breath, and
whispers through pressed lips.
I have known, and my skin, it remembers
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