Awakening

Where was it, when?
That last I slept upon your throat
full of swallows of kisses
oh, so long ago?

Once you held me
as gravity hold the sun in your skies
fixed

We trace the steps back to the garden
where once we cast our fears to the wind
laying waste to all that had gone before
only reliving each other
our potency

And how rare
the agate on the bank
but to a trained eye
and through those eyes
I see yours
shining as liquid pools of azure
reawakening the urge

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