in places neither of us have yet been
in bodies we have not yet built
with history we have not yet lived.
I will love you there, beneath that future sky
I will taste your mouth and bless your tongue and,
under stars that are older than
the deep tradition of you and I, brighter than
the burning in my blood for your gaze,
farther away from us now than ever they have been:
there in the dark calm we will find our fears
and conquer them wholly.
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