The Love Series
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Love
1. Love came to the door one day demanding to be let in. He folded his arms like a man.I crossed my legs like a woman. What do you want from me? he asked. I said, I want you to open your arms.He said, I want you to open your legs. So we did. … Continue reading
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Love 6
6. Love is a married man. He is strong and lean; he’s a tree. He carries his son on his shoulders. Love is a tunnel of laughter. We lie together, chastely. The bed is on fire. When I send him away, we kiss forever. I send him away, though my skin is sloughing, my bones… Continue reading
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Love 5
5. Love is bitter and cold, with eyesof blue fire. He shoves me away with one arm; pulls me closewith the other. Leave me alone!he shouts, his lips caressing my ear. We court with our fists, then comforteach other with tears. When he leaves, he takes nothing. He dreams that I weep in his closet,… Continue reading
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Love 4
4. I find Love in the kitchen.She is solid and wide. Her face is a secret, her hair is the sea. She enters a room and fills it. I want to drown. I want to know. Plush and deep and rich, she opens her arms, she opens her face. I sleepwith my hands on her… Continue reading
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Love 3
3. When Love comes againhe’s gentle and kind. He holds my hand. He brushes my hair. He stands outside the closed door, reading me poems.He speaks in parablesand metaphors. He holds my breasts when we sleep. When I leave, I go quietly.I take nothing. I dreamthat he weeps in my closet, smelling my clothes. … Continue reading
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