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When I held You

22 Feb

The moment I held you,
nested with your body,
wed thigh to thigh,
belly to back,
breath to your neck.
The moment I held you
The sigh, the sleep
my hand rising and falling
with each of your breaths,
you, my inspiration.
The moment I held you
when your body let go,
when your soul, let loose,
held to mine, soul to soul,
and I could no longer tell
whose soul belonged to who.
The moment I held you
when the distance disappeared,
when separation ceased,
when all became you and me
became we and naught else existed
but us and still you are all with which
I am filled.

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2 Comments

Posted by on February 22, 2013 in philosophy, Poetry, Uncategorized

 

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2 responses to “When I held You

  1. Sewa Yoleme

    November 30, 2011 at 2:25 AM

    This made me weep. Fully worthy of Hafiz.

     
  2. Maevus

    March 4, 2013 at 11:49 PM

    Reblogged this on skinny words.

     

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