The End is the Beginning

Starting over 
is an eternal beginning.  
The bruise of night bleeds seamlessly 
into the rosy pink of dawn.  

Standing up too quickly 
from the amnesia of sleep, 
leaves me dizzy.
Like the swirling, spiraling, somersaults 
of a snake consuming its own tail.

Lifetimes merge when I look at you.   
How many times have we stood 
before this reflection?
Like stacked shadows of past lives.
New stories unravel from your mouth,
but your eyes still feel like coming home. 
And when I put my trembling hand to your chest, 
I cannot tell where your heartbeat ends 
and mine begins.

We reset at center.

Eyes wide open,
we step resolutely into each other’s arms.
Every time you touch me,
and respect the sacredness of that act,
I open a little more.
Every time we dare to dance 
in forbidden spaces
and find the other 
still holding our gaze,
we learn to trust.  
And stripped bare, 
with nothing left to hide,
we fall a little deeper in love.

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