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Once the two of us

were a single stream
flowing over
and around itself
as if our bodies
had no bounds
but were only
a liquid braiding
of currents
and sensuous eddies.

Now I watch her
pale form flee alone
back down
the precipitous path.
She's a waterfall
plunging over the lip
of a cliff:

white foam
shattering on the rocks below.

--gregory orr [2001]