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as we slept it happened (II)

as we slept it happened
that over time,
as weeks became
years the love
slowly accumulated
between us like
a gilded gift
pooling between us
not a gulf but a lake
where we stood
side-by-side humbly
holding hands in that
way where you
almost forget there’s
another person who
is not you that you
are touching,
your hand becoming
an extension of
their hand, their
arm, their very




– Alameda | April 5, 2003