The island days lined us up
and stapled our hearts together
our hearts chased so much love
embarrassing us with their misses
no one keeping score
And nights came
under moonlit branches
the mystery of dark whispers
open faces and unseen laughter
the best time to lose yourself
in never being apart
I miss the nakedness of our stories
hardly all innocent and sweet
though the bitter was caught falling
and cradled in laps the cries
caressed quiet in each other’s arms
Every now and then
love has loud dreams like this
confirming the utter density
of her togetherness and because of
it and even in the middle of it
such a closeness that everything and
everyone melt into her Oneness
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