Because of Love - Nov. 15, 2021
- Gary Hunter
- Nov 17, 2021
- 1 min read
we watch an infant
and melt in
increments
or see our paramour
and dance the
moth and flame
or a moonrise
and feel
a pulse of joy
to a fast song
we dance slowly
for love
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