Then we came home

Charles Bane Jr. Florida, USA

Then we came home;

your fingers pushed my hair, grew flowers in the ash

and I was young.

I loved you and wrote

of it in candlelight. Je t’aime,

I wrote. You stirred

and I returned to bed. Then, we made ourselves a single, breathing soul.

Stars made fireworks, the sea was changed to a coat of sparks and we stopped

the hours.

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