it is so long since my heart has been with yours
shut by our mingling arms through a darkness where new lights begin and
increase,
since your mind has walked into
my kiss as a stranger
into the streets and colours of a town-
that i have perhaps forgotten
how, always (from
these hurrying crudities
of blood and flesh) Love
coins His most gradual gesture,
and whittles life to eternity
-after which our separating selves become museums
filled with skillfully stuffed memories
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