September 2010
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I crave. The nearness of you.
I crave your hands — the nearness of you — your smile.
This is how you love me:
The firm pressure of your grip, asserting presence,
I blush — succumb to the
pulsating heat of your weight.
In your absence, my eyes trace the invisible handprints of your touch (you grip my neck like a cup; a single palm between my chest)
Beneath the earth of my flesh,
your scent rises and...
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Je T'aime
I love you for all the women I haven’t known
I love you for all the times in which I haven’t lived
For the scent of wide open spaces and the smell of hot bread
For the melting snow and for the first flowers
For the innocent animals which haven’t been frightened by man
I love you to love
I love you for all the women I don’t love
Who reflects me if not you...