II. (Remembering God)

II. (Remembering God)

Stephanie Stampfer

A new language our love is 
formed 
as we become 
                        one 
                        heart beating

My lips, my tongue 
surprised at every new sound 
that you are calling forth from them 

 The flute remembers who she is 
as she is played by her maker
His breath enters her lungs 
and out of her mouth
                        comes 
                        the melody
                        she always was.

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Stephanie Stampfer
Poet

Photography by Derek Malou