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Aug 2017
The desert opened up her arms to me
and it was the color of a bruise

pink and blue
yet still could see yourΒ Β changing face
the way eyes in the mountains
watch from a distance the size of god
then,
close enough again
to answer to the caves we left in one another

quiet drives leading to another end
a silent pursuit to fill with sand
It is here the graves of our ancestors are warm
their bones spell out to say:

love laid to rest will rise again in the spring
(The way the desert flower will collect dew
and tell no one)

and this is the way I love you
this is the way I love you
Holden Wolfe
Written by
Holden Wolfe  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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       Lior Gavra, Padan Fain and PoetryJournal
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