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Michael Harlowonline works |
And, yes 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) |
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