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your father saw 
you first, the quick
arrival of a bent moon

he sliced the tether 
and fumbled his words. 

before i saw you:
love, love, love tossed 
heavy across the bed

there was never
if, only when. 

our first hellos 
slapped loud and
quick as a screen door

skin to skin 
blood and breath.

you, quiet as a garden 
cycled like a chameleon:
indigo, violet, plum magic

i held you to me
and offered gold.

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