Parted
Love affairs
become our skin -
A second layer of mist
on the grass -
Toe the rocks in the bird's gullet
and find the places that need to smooth
Perhaps the cliche of parting and sorrow
should be broken
Whispered into the cracks of a stone wall
turned - such sorrow is parted sweet
Once the lovers meet -
journey towards each other
The destined touching of fingertips -
separating the newborn twins
Is a deathly business
journeys end in lovers meeting
and then peeling themselves
like the sound of oranges - until they pith
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