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Your lips pull and tear
like slow waves
breaking on my beach

The rocks of my body bones
worn deep with furrowed scores
pitted from a thousand rains
eternal body to my body
water to my stone

I want a thousand years
so you can shape me in your image
beat a tattoo of decades on my skin
turn my stone body into sand
to run into an ocean
stirring and renewing
you'll be body to my body
constant water to my stone

then sing hymns when I am lost at sea
pray deep prayers when you hear telling
of my ship in wicked weather
for we have become humans

No longer elements we feel
earth beneath our feet
we feel clouds begin to break
and go on like this
till we rest together buried
shallow in the soft dirt

Soon a thousand years go by
and seasonal rains arrive
they trench deep rivulets
within our hidden bed

And now a river courses through our bones
milling our bodies to deep dust within the earth
turning old flesh to new stones
and old bodies to new bodies
of water to melt into the heavens
pregnant with thunder they groan

rain down
rain down
rain your body on my body and your water on my stone