my love brushes his hair
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like placing dry sticks on
a fire, like stringing autumn
leaves into a necklace, like
teasing a rose out of dark
soil, like shaping red sand
into a castle, like fashioning
a scepter out of ruby, like
picking a ripe raspberry from
its shrub, like building a cabin
from redwood logs, like filling
a bottle with fresh saffron, like
turning beetroot into dye, like
snapping a photo of mars
in the sky on a clear night

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