We quarrel in beautiful couplets, sit
beside each other touching our fears against
our tongues. There was a time, not long ago,
we reasoned in a hush, held our breaths for days,
impassioned collision, let the silence
fall from our mouths as careless flicker.

To find our stride, our turning over, we
learned to listen without wither, every
crevice, every breath, every kind word
between us, an opus.

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