It was the only home they knew,
A hollowed red cedar in a dampened wood,
Carpets of moss fringing their hideaway,
Solace of snow undressing the spring.
Tempest of ocean the divide radiates
Between their races, between their souls,
First love, young as the budding trilliums,
Shadows of war spoiling the vintage.
There they hid, in the hollow cedar,
The world away from them, no one could see
Their secret, a sacred natural temple
Where all their differences could be shared.
She touched him there, on fertile ground,
Shafts of sunlight penetrating
Holes in the wood where he held her,
Hands trembling, a dangerous submission,
Breaths rising, secrets compromised,
When he asked her to marry him,
In the the hollow red cedar, her hands on his chest,
Their breaths subsiding, the golden sunlight penetrating
Deep, a rupture of doubt to darken the bliss.
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