In a Dream You Saw a Way to Survive & You Were Full of Joy

       A fragment
                                                             of your palm.
             For you have never once betrayed
your god,
                                                                   your thirst.
                    I read the backs of hands like books—
       open them
                                                            in the shadows
             left to ripple the full red edges of my lips.

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