Love fell laughing into the gulf
between our feet. We burned the lies
to stay warm, those that had lashed us
together, hobbled. Some saw us
as one splendid flesh, to engulf
their own griefs. They were wrong What lies
in us is a hope that belies
all expectation. For both of us
we owe our lives to this new gulf
the gulf, hard-won, that lies between us.
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