We found love
Between the buildings of New York
In the beaches of St Johns
Within the trumpets of New Orleans
This inescapable attendance  
Reducing the world
To an ambiguous promise

This is the medicine
Our bodies
Become closets of breath
Which we lay neatly side by side

We are not clouded
By words or indecision
Darkness or resistance
We delight in travel
Sweeping over the details
Like the crushing of an old carnation

In each location
We leave moments
Of ourselves behind
Sifting thru the dust of conversation
The tide slides in and
We sculpt our dialogue -
Your voice
Stitching the unknown
To the known
The known
Which I turn
Into song

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