naked in my arms,
a paradox
a contradiction
of all that we’ve been told.
and before tomorrow
we’ll break the rules again.

and you
son of all the things
I’ve run away from,
there is sanctity in your difference;
in our gradual shifting,
our hearts out-of-sync create
a rhythm;
You are the beat
my heart echoes.

I learn.

November ’08


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