This goes out to the one I love

Tell me again
how nothing else
fills your air.
Like my hands
and my lips,
loud & clear.
Tell me again
how Asian skies
and Western shadows.
Can fuse and become
wonderfully wet.
A heartache’s healing gift.
And I will tell you
that we are
only two people.
Dancing in each other’s story.
Whose love lives
outside of time and death.

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