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This article originally appeared on PSILoveYou.xyz on January 7, 2020.
By Hank Edson
Here I am again,
how strange to awaken
For the first time
to the beautiful face
And to feel my limbs
enlocked by this woman,
Our arms like handles
on a china vase,
Which we form and fire
within our embrace,
Two separate beings
fusing the moment,
Red brushed on our cheeks
and the smooth white glaze
Of two bare bodies,
a resting instrument ~
Expressionless and set
fixed in our place
After our passion,
shining and silent,
The fragility of life
through which we race
Having yielded our love
and not broken,
We lie holding on
making ourselves a space
For the muses to fill
and then we listen ~