An Always Love
On route to
those far southwest red hills
They
remind me so of you, of your body, hot and
Drenched in
that quick morning rain, steaming, your slow grin
Awakens over
that curve of stone
My memory of
Us asks me to sit
So I sit and
what settles
Is the river
flowing below in the red gorge
Rife with
life
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