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Michael Harlow


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And, yes

Sometimes your touch
love’s homecoming is
not to put too fine a call
on what heart knows
despite head’s long
success in all silly else;
that is, by ‘all flowers’
and these candles,
love’s invitations you
light up a parcel of dark,
the way your breasts
wear sunlight: the heart
has reasons reason
cannot know. The green
wild call of spring
that waits over the hill,
and here in love’s bed
wants me you to kiss
and all our trulys touch.
And that is the story
about yes: never trust
a god who does not dance.

 

 

From Cassandra’s Daughter (Auckland UP, 2005)
Michael Harlow
 


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