Zywa
Conbody
Wordless reunion
first, I sense his flanks
his hands over my back
with closed eyes
pressed against each other
who knows the time
Then, with all our muscles
talking our naked self
reflected in the love
of one another's soul: we are
inviolably strong
(though we do have doubts)
Over the roots of breathing
and eating we are singing life
in different words
with the same meaning
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