I sat and talked with you for hours
watched the fat drop off
to skin and skeleton

Then, I lifted and cradled you
light suffused us
from electron to aura

I knew I loved you

I'd just got distracted

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Expecting miracles from an atheist

I feel the curtains and wallpaper will get damp
but odd, cobwebbed windows need opening
clumps of grey air have hung for too long

Outside is sunny, autumn
with that moisture summer's regret

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Gypsies, I guess,
with ponies
in the woods
questions linger for decades
in the mist
the warmth of ice white

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