They breathe steadily, rhythmically,
Against my chest,
As the world melts;
Their eyelashes graze my chin–
Two sets of petals–
Rosy as the day flowers, ablaze
In rivulets and revolts,
Conflicts that cause
The pain we never hope
To hold in our arms,
Like we do these twin
Babes, swaddled in
The mirth and murk
Our world breathes–
The sun, she burns
Our eyes in honey.
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