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lazarus (34)

across the years your kiss
in me, the pebble, beauty, fidelity,
the stone, dropped in the wadi
skipped, that kiss embed,
embedded in a heart
not a desert, but a heart sown
with almond trees, a heart
sweet as the sweetest
white mulberry, you picked ripe,
on patrol, so tall, so steady,
then the beaded mulberry prayer beads
that you hung, above my sleeping head,
alive with me alive, not dead,
that kiss, that fruit, that gorgeous
stone, your kiss, forever in me.

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