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Sometimes our wondrous human form

speaks a language soft and warm

and truth is layed on in our hands

caressing us to understand


And when we feel the rousing sigh

and meaning rises to our eye

we say our hoping skin to skin

and find the way we will begin


With the beating of our heart

our body speaks a way to start

and the yearning we protect

will find a way to last connect


And when we lay in blissful rest

sometimes we speak ourselves the best

and everything we feel inside

is truth of us that never lied