Andrew

New in true love, I’m eyes up at your feet

I cede to the trying lessons you teach

My ego; fragile as dead leaves in the street

When pressed too tightly I bruise like a peach.

I unpeel slowly, a hesitant bud

Standing in loose roots and taking new air

Mute as a body league deep in a flood

Or frenzied and caught as an entangled hare

As we learn how to say what and then when

As we tear down and restore and see how

Your cheek on the soft of my breast again

My lips on your hair, wiping your damp brow

Each other’s pupils, apple eyes the same

Let’s refine ourselves each in this shared flame.

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