Getting Down

Among the flowers and the children
there is a body of a dead bird and
the ancient cold growling of the sea,
old men chanting.

I am glad I can come home to you,
lie down in a warm bed
feeling the hard and soft of your body.
We are the outline of a gentle flower,
The place between us where our hearts
are,
open
naked
and full of light.

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