in the disconnection of two collections of light
opening and closing around one another
with two sets of memories like
running with small feet in the dirt
or smelling searing garlic in the pan.
The echoes of the rhythm pounded
inside the walls of woman's body
beat by will of man's
straining to let these ghostly sounds
evaporate
or begin again.
or begin again.
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