Unspoken Word
November 29, 2021

Here's how I want to love you --
as if we had both been told we only had a week to live.
I would hold you, stroke your hair, and sing,
each cell in your body throwing open its fabulous doors
to the sky and the great emancipation of the soul.
You would breathe and I would, too,
each breath a sacrament,
your eyes portals to the other side
where nothing dies,
my long looking at you
a large field you find yourself dancing in.

Posted by Mitch Ditkoff at November 29, 2021 01:44 PM

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