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i have waited
for the season
you might reach for me
this way
when the snow has melted
and every fate
would that you remember
marigold and blush
of kisses sure
to bind your soul
with mine

i have waited
near the shadows –
pressed my heart
against the stars
casting out my prayers
to destiny
tempted to retreating
cotton wrapped around
wherever touch
is sworn
to be

. . .