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As you, of all people, know, I am no good with words. The silent score of ink upon a page, the wet line of a tongue across the curve of your shoulder, the long arc of your hip, the arching slope of the nape of your neck - these are my languages.

For four years now, you have greeted me in halflight and bid me cool dreams in hot evenings, whether in flesh or in absence, as a warm breath in my ear or a soft electric hum over oceans of distance. For four years now you have been

as constant as seconds, metronomically counting, with each breath, another of the million throbs of the dense, heavy muscle of the heart that I am allotted. For four years I have not had a thought that I did not hear echoed in your voice,

a breath that you did not return, a touch that you did not greet with a welcoming squeeze, ever surprising in its strength, and its tender restraint.













unicursal valentine


your body a cradle for my dreams

your scent the incense of my prayer

your eyes the stars inscribing my fate

your voice a song i hear in silence


thank you for helping me remember
how
to smile
to love
to breathe