in bed at night, cupped

they quest horizons, reach  

past all edges


his breath, velvet dark

hums silk words

bamboo flute songs


whispering, she murmurs

stream-flow over bedded rock

smooth, invincible beneath


starlight hours, penetrate

fill, fill up then spill with wonder

earth gives in to weeping


tears bead on leaves and grass

moist, freshening their soil

so to grow dawn, again


endlessly and always now

their ceaseless questing flows

purling through their blood, releasing


universes, hidden

forever this most lonely art is

their most treasured piece


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