i like the rhythms when we love
the way we move in time as one
and yet distinct and separate
and yet not separated
they come, the movements, just like waves
we wash up on each other’s sand
and drink up each one’s offerings
from shallows and from fathoms deep
and fingers move like lacy spray
and arms and legs like breakers sure
and hearts like rocks, like booming waves
and souls like everlasting sand
yes…
i like the rhythms when we love
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