“there are two kinds of love being made (as reader, you also are being wooed). Each one fits within the other.”—Anne Carson, Eros the Bittersweet.
I speak
directly
to you
not hidden
behind a he
or she
but
solely my
I to you
feel
my whisper
at your ear
don’t
distractedly
brush me away
like a loose strand
of your hair
turn instead
towards me
in a kiss
mouth
your words
back to mine
like lovers
in a tangled
dark
fold
your mind
to mine
until
what we say
holds
what we know
as one
hand holds
another
(November 2012)
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