The Moya View
Our bodies exist to bewritten on by one another.Your hand in my hand is inscribed in my thumb. In the clasp, our hearts whisper each other’s name.Even In the embrace of shadows our story lives.It’s the story of lovers and friendsstill waiting for the right wordslike a thumbprint lifted from the panes from the gathering dust of all tomorrows.The years have brought some snifflingamidst the awkward silence of our vowsnow almost a rich undertone shifting away into a realm of less sicknesswhere our health taunts death and life is the new wealth we share.
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