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By Lisa Dale Van Auken | Posted 4/18/2001

I come to you
like a brown paper moth
flitting free flying, drawn
to the white iron-hot light
behind your face.

I come to you
afraid of the backdraft
that would turn fine wings to ash
should you open your warm mouth
when I kiss you.

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