Migrationby Terri Windling |
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passion comes from the lips the tongue the kiss, the curse the jewel, the toad the story passed from mouth to mouth passion comes from the hands the skin the rhythm of blood the language of bone the story passed from palm to palm passion comes from the ground the earth the sun's hot kiss the wind's dry breath the story passed from rain to soil passion comes and goes we come and go miles and months between us passion comes and goes leaving breadcrumbs, stones black feathers red blood on white sheets passion comes and goes desert rain leaving stories and cactus, blooming. |
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