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I kiss your face a thousand times
Again, again, again. I close the eyelids, smooth your hair And fold your gentle hands. Butterfly wings that beat Against the domed ceiling of this life Flutter free now in the open air. And I will whisper this truth Into the viewless winds: I love you. I love you. I love you. .................................... This memory: the rustle of her gown. This memory: the incense in her hair. This memory: she lifts me off the ground holds tight and swings me, laughing, through the air. I rage inside the dark and call her name; I hide inside the dark and close my eyes. The winter of my life is frozen pain; the longing of my mother never dies. ..................................... Exquisite courtesy That you should see me Immeasurable grace For you to believe That I, the facelss child of darkness Could enter into hallowed halls of love. Could touch, and find no shame in touching could hop, and find hope not in vain. A peace beyond my understanding Has fallen on my head like gentle rain. .......................................
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