Monday, May 6, 2013

MERGINGS

sweet love


I fear you as a field mouse

fears the sweeping shadow at noon


I know to embrace you

is to die and to die


is to live as a new thing entire

and that I fear the most...


me seeing me through your eyes

and you moving


with my blood coursing

channels through your body


though we stay who we are

we are other and neither but a new thing entire


sweet love...





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