hardly remember your name
flowing like water in my blood.
white water rapids cut my feet.
claim them with an oar and blackberries
i think if i ran my hands through you
they’d come up full of small, silvery fish
the incense chamber of my heart sways so gently,
would let you out so sweetly,
that temple passerby would bare your smile,
quiet grace, familiar walk
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