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our baggage unpacked
we continue to sort and discard
a process arduous and fraught
with possibilities uncounted
but we are armed with our experiences
and are aware of the stakes

her bluing eyes ravish in their intensity
unwavering and beautiful
her face long with trouble and frustration
savage and carnal

she touches me in secret ways
and i sink into her forgiving softness

if she only loved people as she does animals
but then, that is what she reserves for me