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bit by piece

I watch you sleep and listen with my palm
on your temple, sweet the beat of worship,
bowing my head in reverence, the sweat
on my brow, a prayer of discovery, the Love,
like food nourishing, dreams flourishing
in vivid technicolor; piece by piece, the
peace i uncover, valves opened,
the separation of chambers i reside in
denied only by thin walls full of blood,
a flood under a sharp slick knife sliced
into my soul and then i watch you sleep
and keep gaurd over the shards sprayed;

the full moon waxes, waning, trading
personalities with superficial cloud cover
and i am under watch, over cellestial vision,
listening softly to revisionary pliancy,
dying to crawl fast into your whole
being, seeing hallucinatory images
of me taken apart bit by piece;
each peace of hope, an honor.

each reach of open palm,
a prayer, taken apart and put back
again together by you being there
too close not to
dismantle me.

your fragrance is music.
you are sustenence and phrasing.
i am undone and redone
by the amazing gentle firm sleeping
into me, given gracefully and with
valor.

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"garden drawing"
colored pencil by doreen peri