Listening to You Sing: A Poem

How to be here, how to be me— worthy of you, of our proximity—
The bright gold spirit on your breath, of untold potentiality and depth
Pure and yours, known as the blood in your veins
and sweat in your pores
Grown, fermented, bottled, liquid can’t compare
to the spirit in your core.

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