sweet love
I fear you as a field mouse
fears the sweeping shadow at noon
I know to embrace you
is to die and to die
is to live as a new thing entire
and that I fear the most...
me seeing me through your eyes
and you moving
with my blood coursing
channels through your body
though we stay who we are
we are other and neither but a new thing entire
sweet love...
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