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Shiva takes the Night Train

I should have seen it right away
Upraised arms at the door
Dark hair smeared with ash
Sweat of a thousand dances
and that wild compassionate smile.

You tossed your violin
into the corner
as if you'd renounced it,
Gave me a look,
and settled down to conversation,
a hole in one thin gray sock.

Later sleeping, white sheet wrapped
around your body,
You embraced the silence
as if it was your only intimacy.

And I, standing, in the midst of your sleep,
Your smell as familiar
as a life's companion,
paused at the wonder.


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