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 hurryng 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 skilfully stuffed memories

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