ON LOVE
I have breathed
my own light into you,
making sweetmeats
of your pudgy hands,
an epic drama
of your quotidian ways,
and sapphires
of your eyes.
And it is ridiculous,
robbing Peter to pay Paul,
and delightful,
this dance with divinity,
and excruciating,
this homespun crown of thorns,
and terrifying,
for I know no way of stopping it.
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