Come in, with your body
and its whispered dreams
I will not breathe a word
come in, bring its needling anguish,
its yokes and shackles, the chains
and burdens that make it stumble
its tears that stream without permission
bring in your body
with its fine, secret dances in meadows
and under full moons
the songs it sings while diving
for pearls and the bursting
of its lungs as sun pours in heavenly shafts
deep as the bottom of your thought
bring its tattered edges and frayed cords
lie it down and we will mend
what we can and tuck in the rest
smoothing the weave of its priceless fabric
you shall not leave undone
bring in your body
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Writing Spaces 
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