QUIET AS SAND
i rub my hand across your chest
so gently neither of us
feel it we breath
in and out of focus limbs
whisper against sheets
the moon spreads
its chalky glow we hear
wind scouring trees
leaves rubbing
smooth-skinned
against each other
after small silences
we breathe each other in
and see the dark unravel
and everything exactly
where it is
the house the fence
the spine of earth
we're somewhere we've
always been before
all night the unknown
waits to be discovered
when dawn drifts in
quiet as sand
i say goodbye
to all my ghosts
throw open windows
sunlight melts
on my hands and wild geese
ladder the sky i hear
the stroke of grass on grass
as morning makes an entrance
with fanfares of light
on the rim of the world
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