Two Afloat
he moves with the gold, talks to the rocks
his voice is a river, he’s looking at her;
she flows through the fire, says she is water
her eyelids are sore, from looking at him as they
blink, again; again she and he
are holding back tears as they fall, fall.. fall waterfall
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