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Dying Into Me
As the tide rises, he stretches
beyond himself towering over me.
His trembling sigh says the
magic is happening
inside of him.
We both look down
to where we are joined and
I imagine a small part of him
dying into me, filling me
with warmth, light,
and peace.
In the quiet afterward,
our tangled bodies
rest in each other as we
whisper newly remembered
stories of our childhood.
beyond himself towering over me.
His trembling sigh says the
magic is happening
inside of him.
We both look down
to where we are joined and
I imagine a small part of him
dying into me, filling me
with warmth, light,
and peace.
In the quiet afterward,
our tangled bodies
rest in each other as we
whisper newly remembered
stories of our childhood.
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