As we lay,
Side by side on that rickety bridge
Our souls bonded.
We communicated
Through still drying tears
And ghosts of hugs.
She showed me beauty
Flowing ceaselessly.

So we dipped our hands.
Picking our leaves
And allowing them to course
Beneath our prostrate bodies.
An act, nearly poignant
Submersed in a vulnerable love.
Our hearts whispered
As we released debris caught between stones.
And watched the river wash them clean.

We walked away with our icy hands,
Brushing away the dirt from our fronts.
Everything seemed cleansed once more.
A tingling light pulsed within me
And the long grass kissed my ankles.

For Helene

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