Alone with you
we sit
just shadow
by shadow
you give yourself
to me
soft notes
down voice
You share your heart
alone with me
tired hands
bent chords
lines of sky
and I know you:
molded in clay
eyes; ears; hands.
birds; bricks; bones.
you sing for me
soul on my heart
tired eyes
sloppy hands
and no one compares
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