Eyes for eyes
Eyes are for eyes
and faces for faces-
the overlap of voices.
If you hadn't been there when I got home
I would have plummeted from the threshold.
All the strange shapes
that make a stranger less strange
the curves and movements you learn.
We began to sing and the song was the same
I wondered at the waves beginning to bear me up.
I love the years of breathing
that keep the Feather afloat-
the long watch of priestly investment.
When the muscles were tender you helped me
thread my arms and fasten the buttons.
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