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In between songs, we wouldn't speak,
the car clock draping green light
across your green eyes, winter cheeks, lips.
Mist slid over the grassy field.
In it, two deer, side touching side, asleep.
One woke, licked the other,
then laid its head back down into the snow.
Like two leaves of grass blown together
in the smaller deer's breath,
the stillness pushed my heart
against yours.
And since the last snow melt,
the months of following tracks in the mud,
Only the moon has found me.
In between songs, we wouldn't speak,
the car clock draping green light
across your green eyes, winter cheeks, lips.
Mist slid over the grassy field.
In it, two deer, side touching side, asleep.
One woke, licked the other,
then laid its head back down into the snow.
Like two leaves of grass blown together
in the smaller deer's breath,
the stillness pushed my heart
against yours.
And since the last snow melt,
the months of following tracks in the mud,
Only the moon has found me.