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In the Beginning
by Carol Alena Aronoff Ph. D.

It was almost too good,
this love that filled
the corners of my days,
birthed a different face
each morning.
I hadn't told you yet;
it was still too new,
the edges, green apples,
the rest, coated caramel
softening with the slightest
touch of sun.
You unbraided my hair,
undid my history.
I fumbled for the zipper
that would hold
your tender words,
wanted to leave something
of myself in your bedroom
closet, even just the smile
of sated loving.

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