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Tavern-------
When the entire world
is your best friend
solitude becomes a
tavern
where we meet
and prayer
the wine we drink
together.
I am not alone here.
Quiet, yes,
and waiting for your
golden presence
to fill the doorway.
I will smile
and we will dance into
a spiral,
atop chairs and tables
built by patience,
forgetting the time,
until the whole room
fills with light.
And we collapse.
Side by side.
At home.
Complete.
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