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epoch

we're parallel toed earth trembled, in our mouths tasting


burnt tongues, hot

to touch. deep desires we'll

become accustomed to holding in our hearts

while our bodies blaze in thirst

for holy union.


I stand outside his door for a few moments,

remembering how to breathe


god, I want

everything to feel

like blooming

epoch. like

we're enlight'ning, awak'ning,

flowering lightbursts


coming home to each other.


elizabeth ann

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