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Lovers cradled
breast to breast –
soldiers welcomed home.
Beds are made
to places we can’t see.

Seasons pass
as words to water –
long abandoned springs.
For every life
ten thousand more
within her bosom sleep.

Shield to shield
as kiss to kiss –
lips denied
their stories.
Songs no one remembers

– she sings to them
tonight.