What they experienced then: is it not
beyond all secrets sweet,
and all still terrestrial;
while he, a little pale still from the grave,
disburdened came to her
in all parts resurrected.
Oh, to her first. How they were both then
inexpressibly healing.
Yes, healing, just that. They did not require
to touch all that strongly.
He laid for a bare second,
His soon to become
eternal hand on her woman’s shoulder.
And they had started,
quietly as trees in springtime,
immensely together,
this season of their
farthest-reaching communion.
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