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(In Equal Parts: the Science & Faith of Love.)

Night streams around the bed as I lie, waiting
like a closed book forgotten on a grassy pillow

where you have come to the riverbank
from a place of ruin to drink.

I have untied my hair, naked
but for the weight of memories

which press upon me as you lean forward
and part my breasts like living pages,

bend to read the wordless truth of heart
inscribed beneath translucent skin.

Even a holy man must kneel to touch
his lips to the blessed water, and pray.