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A contoured hand that is leading me

back to the red sun in June

Fret less freckles across your milky face 

Like brown islands dotting the Atlantic.

The peak of your cheek and I’m asleep 

in the valley of your eyes

On my back watching stars burn 

Out of your cosmic gaze 

How often do we falter, 

how ofter do we fall

In love 

With each other