so tightly to each other
like rock climbers
doing crosswords with their bodies
getting deliberate grips
on handholds hardly seen
more felt, or thought.
Like the hollow of my elbow
cradling your right shoulder
my left hand
cupping your left shoulder
our lips murmuring like birds.
In slanting sun,
last light lingering on peaks
we scarcely knew were there
when we began to reach
for an unseen summit, an imagined top
our hearts felt for.
Our eyes clenched,
we picture this pitch,
this short stretch of rock
sheer, gritty, clinging
like a rough crucifix
on a wall of straight gray mountains.
That vault toward happiness or heaven,
toward evengold and blue,
your eyes two soft hymns,
our breaths releasing prayers
as the light dims.
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