Unabridged

Take me to the rock
where we can stand,
out of the world’s view,

counting constellations,

speaking in poetry,
unrehearsed, uninhibited,

an unabridged book of love;

our names stitched across the sky
like scars that healed in time.

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Day 22 of NaPoMo (a poem a day in April for National Poetry Month)