It's not just the way
you were clipped
by the oncoming car
before the beginning of the hunt.
It's not just your eyes
melting, merging into mine
moments before.
It's not just the silence
the deep woods, the whispers
that come into your dreams.
It's the way,
even in your wounding,
you still come close
longing to be touched,
welcoming all past disaster
into your heart.
Chitzen Itza
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