it was just so good
while we prayed
at an altar of indeterminate faith
she, kneeling in, reverential
and I, sitting cross-legged
gazing at the women with incense
chanting familiar liturgies
and hoping we make it
to the altar of a different faith
praying even, that that day
may come to pass
and stifling the urge
to touch her tassels...
that was an eveing to remember
of all days of want
she and i, it seemed
couldn't have existed in different, yet
shared worlds...
longing and pain
fused into one balmy evening
of prayer...
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