we blindly move to
face the need,
to look at God, his cheek a
shallow trench.
Let go of
what we started,
the comforting pull of
reacting to dirt.
Together, we bury this act,
the other half of a gold heart,
a white rock to mark the spot.
We shouldn't be seen here.
Slide into the hole,
hide what just happened.
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