4/24

I see into you with eyes anew
Once you said what you said-
What you said was true.
For you found me far
Away I was.  And through
Layers of skin, saw hope for love.

My presence had drifted
Until you said what you said-
When you said, I lifted
Up away from the ground
If just barely
Like a hair pulled only by a fairy.

My hand fell steadier upon your chest
As you said, and I heard, just what you said.
And said you where our bodies lay rest
Closer words to perfection within
Me wrapped in embrace.
For said things wilt unless grown in grace.



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