by Elise Leibowitz
The soft undulations of honey silk
Melted grey wool on days with dewey frost
Deep dark velvet
breaths of surrender
Reclamation
Pronunciation
Exhalation
To love, one must lose
Oneself
In their mind
And step into their heart
Return
Vanquishing
Step upon step
Oh almond slivered moon
They have arrived
Home
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