love
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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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Love 2
2. Love is a blustery fellow.He takes me on carnival rides, swings me through air like a doll. I’m a doll with strings; I’m a puppet.I fly, I fall, I twitch. Love is tall and thick and loud. He orders me about. I obey. I obey for the joy of it, for the thrill. Up… Continue reading
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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 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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august 21 (an old poem)
you write that you are ill feverish in some narrow foreign bed tangled in dim damp sheets sun steaming through a dingy window and I hope that you are not entangled so alone what cannot be held must be freely given Continue reading
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