Communion

I worship at your
altar drunk
on our communion

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April PAD Day 24 - faith

A little death

The death begins when
you simply
walk into the room

First, you steal my breath
Then my thoughts
and all my senses

The rigormortis
of anxious
anticipation

stiffens each muscle
as you walk
in my direction

You kiss my flushed cheek
and this world
all but disappears

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April PAD Day 18 - life or death

The dance

When he smiles at her
she blushes and looks away
before looking back


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April PAD Day 17 - dance