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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Very enticing!
"A waterglass on the bureau fills with morning "
I love that line. Wish I'd written it, but then I wish I'd written alot of things! I really like the feel, and mood of this one. Excellent reading. -
I would love to see his painting of this one.
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Interesting...steamy, yet never overtly sexual. The only thing I don't understand is the first line...we are "so wonderfully done" with each other... When I say "I'm done with you" that means "byebye." Maybe it could mean "done" as in "doing..."?
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