Amanda T. McIntyre

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In the Beginning

Then with their bodies still fixed against the universe of bed sheets, they considered the unknown worlds between them, with love like the moon rising in approximate alignment; gradually illuminating then eclipsing one to the other, in a revelation darker and more beautiful than the night sky.

ATM

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First Sunday

Then on the first Sunday, after the world was created, they rested in a loose embrace against crumpled sheets. In the gentle breezes, that lifted the white lace at the window, the coolness of the approaching rain came to their bodies; a whisper from the universe, confirming that lent was over.

 

Time Away

There was also the sound of the sea. ┬áThere was also the honesty of your gaze. There was also Time’s movement in light passing through an aperture┬áto capture the transient moment in a static record; stronger than memory.

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End of Month

At the close of lent, from the holy heart of the black virgin, came a love letter written in the cursive of coral; hard, beautiful and knowing the history of the sea.

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