In those few finite moments
we were form,
and substance,
and the warmth of human skin.
We were voice,
and heartbeat –
the poets’ fire within.

In those moments
we were hope,
and promise,
kindred spirits, searching –
the antithesis of sin.

In those moments – you were me.

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