Love
Your head in my lap,
black curls a ripple
of blackberries
in a big silver bowl
ripe with your musk
of citrus and cumin.
Your eyes are moonless,
starless, the deepest
night except the reflection
of me looking at you
and we are mirrors.
I do not need
to journey across
the world to find
myself. I am here
in your orbit and
you in mine, both of us
circling each other
as if both of us are a sun,
a guiding star.
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