she lies beside me
by Robert Combs
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she lies next to me
legs spread open
her body a fresh map
musky from the August sky
and calls me simply home
her skin is polished warm
my fingers smell of lavender
I close my eyes
piece her together in my mind
give her back her body
the same way
she is sleeping
but her eyes are moving
beneath hushed eyelids
I roll her over
she awakens
in my palms
she seems afraid when
I realize my fingers smell
slightly of broken dreams
her fear
not for herself
but me and how I open myself
in a way that swallows every sadness
somehow I have always known her
one life after another
different forms
celebrating through death
the continuity of love
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