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Moisture clings to the surface of our skin

tiny ovals glistening in the yellow of noon

are all that remains of the rain

that washed away the dirt

that polluted the purity of our love

the sin that clouded the future before our eyes

all the colors of a covenant

that arch is like a sign for the world to see

are the golden circles

we have wrapped around our fingers

those rings that hold us together

are reflected in the droplets

of holy water