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your figure cutting me to the bone
standing in the shadows outside your home
over the landing
the laundry door
inside now in search of more
sweet pumpkin carrots broccoli broth
two lonely chairs
one dishwashing cloth
hung at your hips
turning about
to face me now

you are so beautiful
to me

One couple
two people
removed at birth
together again
tightened at the girth
adjoined forever
to lye out the night
in restful harmony
in sweet delight