Poetry: Cleansing

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The rain had cleansed the particulate air,

Allowing the sun to penetrate deep

Into the hidden spaces of the park

Where we played as something more than children,

Something less than real. Suddenly you stopped,

A cry in your voice—I followed your eyes

To a place where the sun had uncovered

What we had believed was a secret path

Known only to us in another life

Where we would disappear from the cold earth

And collapse into the other’s embrace,

Showering sudden heat with sweet kisses

That turned dark feelings of delicious guilt

Into tiny explosions of delight.