She lit the votive candle on my windowsill

and whispered a prayer

and her lips disappeared into desert paths,

soft, almost covered by sand,

and I saw the sun rise in her eyes,

golden and orange,

and I reached into her chest

to caress the petals of the marigolds

that had bloomed there

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