"...he missed her so much, he saw her form everywhere….even in the steam that rose up from the bath water….
He knew if she ever returned he would never say those things again.
He would change and be a better friend and lover.
If only she would return…"
"Your whole body holds
a stemmed glass of gentle sweetness destined for me.
When I let my hand climb,
in each place, i find a dove
that was looking for me, as if
my love, they had made you of clay
for my very own potter’s hands."
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