As We Are So Wonderfully Done With Each Other
As we are so wonderfully done with each other
We can walk into our separate sleep
on floors of music where the milkwhite cloak of childhood
lies
oh my love, my golden lark, my soft long doll
Your lips have splashed my dull house with print of flowers
My hands are crooked where they spilled over your dear
curving
It is good to be weary from that brilliant work
It is being God to feel your breathing under me
A waterglass on the bureau fills with morning…..
Don't let anyone in to wake us
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Speak softly; sun going down
Out of sight. Come near me now.
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Exaggerate the green blood in grass;
the music of leaves scraping space;
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We must be slow and delicate; return
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remember this is not a shadow play
of doves and geese but this is now
the time to write it down, record the words—
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who say goodbye to the wives and homes
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