Breathing in the morning sun,
Distant fire surging through my lungs
As I chant and let everything fall away
Into this first day of the new year,
This day when everything entering my body
Is holy, and the love you and I make is holy,
And each and every memory is holy, also,
And I’ve never seen such a sun,
So bright, so large, so close to being
An ancient Greek in a flaming chariot
Or a dragon spouting fumes and fire
But instead it’s just you and just me, in love.
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