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may she everly dance with herself

barefoot

hair askew

in the rain

cheeks aflush with feeling

sweat mixed with sand mixed with sun mixed with raindrops

There is a version of yourself that is not yet embodied, that is seeking you. Like a soul in a dense forest with a lantern. With flames in her eyes, an unrelenting chant in her heart. She is near. So close you can feel her kiss, her breath on your neck. Open the door. Offer her soup. Offer her bread and water. Drape about her shoulders a heated blanket. She has found a new home in your heart.