maybe i am beginning again

maybe it’s the lightning bugs

and then the heat needing to break

and flow

maybe it’s his voice in my ear like

rain on his tin roof and

soft as my skin

maybe it’s the map of more than one soul stretched taught against the dome of the night sky

and me just drinking it all in

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