Before you sat
Before you sang into me
The beer, some bread and cheese,
The light coming low at evening
Making words from clay, word by word
Walking til the silence had matured
Soft moments of connection
All were just enough
After you
Cheese and bread and sweets, beer and wine
Subtle, familiar gold, streaming in from the West
Words laid in rows, rows into trays
Walking through the quiet, into fresh words
Entwined in rocking delight in the other
All are more than enough.
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