Wind on Your Lips

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Body of light I hide...
I fall

I rise to greet
the ocean small

I crest the spine
and break the ridge
and touch the magic
deep within

You wrestle me
through the night
until displaced
and set right

breathing low
wind on your lips

I hover near
with a morning kiss

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