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Re-creating

Sam Yau


I can’t distinguish

our lovemaking from

our poetrymaking

In the twirling wind

fly our tender words

and passionate kisses

We become poetry

to each other

This primal wildfire

This burning desire

now seared upon

our body and soul

When the dust settles

our new love poem

emerges from the ashes

In your iris

I see my reflection

I am no longer the same

From each flare

we re-create each other

a new image

sculpted by words

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