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have your hands
remembered mine –
late nights
in the kitchen
or praying to our shadows
tangled on the bed
do your lips
recall a promise
the taste of heaven here
sweet the hallelujah
come to me

does your heart
to beating
as another knew you well
a touch denied
when I was come
a fortune
yet to hold

forever still
the place we love
remains beneath
the cedars
softened by the memory
– as once
we are

. . .