Succumbing to the smoothest of fingers,
I die.
A little death,
a divine death,
releasing just enough of me
into the plain where souls meet and dance,
leaving just enough of me
to remember
that in order to live again
everything must die.
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Desert morning sunrise poured through the skylight
emblazoning the ivory disarray –
pillows, sheets, blankets, limbs –
long before one of the peaceful sleepers hoped to wake.
The poet sleeps more lightly than the storyteller.
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The first time I fell in love after living with a love grown cold, I remembered: we don’t love with our hearts.
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I was a few rows behind, off to the right. You couldn’t see me.
From this angle, your face was unfamiliar.
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It wasn’t time to wake up yet, even if the birds were singing, if your face was relaxed with predawn sleep, eyes closed, your lips parting slightly with the audible exhale you claimed I made up because you “didn’t snore.”
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