With its secret dances

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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