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My altar draws soft
    edges of light
Candle and wine glass
Sisters in curved skin
    hold brooding passion

A nighthawk shrieks
Curious stars observe
Rabbits crouch thin

Night opens
    like a cirrus flower
    to gathering ferns
A pollen offering

The moon records
    these sacred acts
Replacing longing
    with solace

The wine prepares
    my pallet
    for a lunar kiss
Languid and sustained
Without beginning
Without end

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