My Beloved and I

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I fall.

Cartwheeling, wrenching, tumbling.

 

With the sound of your breath

Your languid heat against mine

The agonizingly slow way you bow

Stretch and reach for me

 

With a sparkle in your eye

And just a touch of play

We scamper, turning and moving

Like the repetitive singing chimes of a grandfather clock.

 

Tiny grains of sand gaily announce our union

My Beloved and I.