After the drought, and that mourning quiet,
you come to me in sweet expectation.
I drink in the breath of sighs and smiles,
and feel my desiccated soul grow plump with love.
I'll never feel normal again.
I'm on the other side of loss.
But your kisses remind me I'm still alive.
And your touch keeps me nourished.
Each time we wind ourselves around each other,
I'm a little farther from my pain.
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