cahoodaloodaling

I remember we sat in the swing on the
front porch & as the dusk came on us
like a song, dark throated & sweet, he
told me about the beginning when we
had bones of light & hair that burned
like the sun & I asked what happened
then? & I felt him floating there in the
soft dark & finally he said we forgot & I
said I never would, but sometimes I do
& I understand now why he put his arm
around me & said nothing more.

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