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She will seek reconciliation
lay herself on his mercy
open the door into the dark confinement
of wax, lavender, sweat
behind a thin gauze his breath
musk of him, reverberations in old wood
words like arms extended
press her gently
she will rise to his coming
receive him
the wafer of his flesh will melt
slowly as bread
his blood leave on her tongue
the exhilaration of wine
his life will move in her.