Mar/Apr 2019 • Vol. XLI No. 2 PoetryMarch 2, 2019 |

Tenderly

Tenderly I lick your wounds  — unseen wounds the ones that don’t bleed —  I take your hand and guide you so very slowly toward the shore and doubling back the same way we came looking into each other’s eyes a loving breeze works through the fog working hard until it has given back the night’s stars one by one.

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