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[vaalski]

One Year

Dust we are and to dust someday
we will return, I know this even as
I am on my knees before you, hands
clutching forearms, laughing, foreheads
pressed together, unable to get up or move
despite hunger, straining muscles, book edges
digging into knees and the room
getting cold from open windows, I am helpless
before the way you love me, and when we
are dead and dust together the wind
will blow us away and upward towards
the open, waiting sky.