We should gather in tribes
at dawn spiderwebs still
caught on our faces dance
our thanks turn up our palms
toward the sun work
our muscles carving wood
make knives cut through ripe
fruit split stones
We should circle fires at dusk
salty skin stamping our bones
into dirt jump toward the moon
entangle each other's body
sweaty from the dance full
after spicy dishes and we know
how love works
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