her shirt fluttered

her shirt fluttered back to her chest suddenly
as my glance shift her way, and in a blink’s time,
as though god stares at the scrambling eyes of dreamers,
a hushed up pant quivers from us
and I am from her and she me
and Faith is the requisite to every love’s journey
every stone removed from the pathway of another—
until that love is that space in time
where all are free to move as they see and speak

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