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  • For Charlie

    there is a cathedral
    in Barcelona
    unfinished now
    for a hundred and
    twenty-eight years

    its stony spires
    pump prayers
    into the warm blue arm
    of the sky while

    a cortege of cranes
    waltz slowly
    around rigid skirts
    of scaffolding

    there are some things
    that should always be

    like days lost
    to the mountains,
    drunken nights spent
    swimming naked

    like the moon
    and a fire
    on the shore

    like our laughter,
    our blood

    there are some things
    that should always be

    like the cathedral
    of our bodies
    when they are together

    filling each other
    with light
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