and I swear I can feel her spirit just below her skin,
trace elements of God working their way
down river-ways of being,
candles in paper cups
drifting towards
my black body
so in need
of heat.
Fall of 1998
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Hand in hand, sticky with heat, the swift, cool current and moss-slick boulders playing havoc with our sneakered feet, you giggle as a stone... -
In the night she rolls against me and I swear I can feel her spirit just below her skin, trace elements of God working their way down river...
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