a secret lies there on my bed
as always, mine, and mine alone,
it is beautiful, as it is mine,
as i am, too, beautiful, at least
to me, it is mine, and i am myself,
as beautiful as one can keep it
forever, it lies, on my bed, like
an intimacy, it breathes, what i am,
what i breathe, what i have neglected
for the past few days, while i was
away, in that dessert, in that room,
in that isolation, and now i am back,
stronger and renewed, reinvented,
renamed, redeemed, and this secret
lies, beside me, and then, we fuse
as one, united, and whole again.
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