Is it the knuckles or the knees that come first To pop, Once we relax Our fighting stance? A crack in the joining of our dreams To let air escape Between tight lips. I’ll tell you a secret, If you bring your ear close enough To catch it— To hear the creak As I straighten my legs to stand Again at ease: To know fists Can relax at my side As I drawn you in closer. Come, Let me hold you to me now.
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