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Tenebrae

Hope-hours. A snowy hum

darkens through

the companionable chatter

hedging us off.

Poised heronlike above

the sense-rifts

your mouth zeros in on

a breath’s hesitation.

I lie with you

in the unquotable instant

before a vowel, kiss

you out of hunger.