filling slowly with slanted sun, and I
understood. A mountaintop chapel
of striped marble in the Cinque Terre,
bouquets punctuating each aisle, this
was only a few minutes in my day
of hiking through vineyards, but it
was the beginning of my collection
of light. I may return one day soon,
my hand in his, every day and step since
that first morning glistening through
my sin-kissed skin.
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