Love Poem for a New York German

Your limbs all at once,
each moving in orbit to the sun
of your stomach and giving birth
to the moment;

precious and growing,
eyes opening slowly;

colors inflame me

your smell,
your moon and rhythm
flowing god given

slipping as effortless
as rain from the fingertips

to land dimpling the Earth
with promises.

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