it is so long since my heart has been with yours
shut by our mingling arms 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 enternity
- after which our separating selves become museums filled with skillfully stuffed memories
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