Our Touch

Poem By Masiela Lusha

My darling, it is in our touch—
In our softest joy. Our fingers gracefully
Lace into the textures of love
Our flowering muse in speech;
All colors of berries and stars.
It is in our prayer with summer lips
That which tears apart the seams
Of fate- and one lilting star
Brightens our hair—falling
Slowly between our embrace.

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