There is the rising
fierce, intense
inciting first my sight
and then pursuit
and then release—
no sense denying
what is true.
But there is something else—
in all that goes before
and during and what’s after—
a forgetting, a relief—
a blessed reprieve—
from the burden of myself
while lost in you.
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