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[lupovecchio]

Your love taught me

How to love you in all things

in a bare winter tree,

in dry yellow leaves

in the rain, in a tempest,

in the smallest cafe, we drank in,

in the evenings…our black coffee

[lupovecchio]

The Uses Of Sorrow

(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)

Someone I loved once gave me

a box full of darkness.

It took me years to understand

that this, too, was a gift.

Mary Oliver

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Again And Again

Again and again, however we know the landscape of love

and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,

and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others

fall: again and again the two of us walk out together

under the ancient trees, lie down again and again

among the flowers, face to face with the sky.

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I Like My Body When It Is With Your

i like my body when it is with your

body. It is so quite new a thing.

Muscles better and nerves more.

i like your body. i like what it does,

i like its hows. i like to feel the spine

of your body and its bones,and the trembling

-firm-smooth ness and which i will

again and again and again

kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,

i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz

of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes

over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

ee cummings

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True love is no game of the faint-hearted and the weak. It is born of strength and understanding

Meher Baba

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Remembering

Remembering is an

animal

Soft feline

lithe

voracious

Haunting my feral mind

Hunting

the haunts of my deepest

Depths

for treasure

hidden

moments buried

momentarily appear

Brought to light by its prowling pawing

Nibbling

Feeding on the past

gnawing memory

Momentarily thrust into

now

Your touch

Your smell

You

taste

Sweet skin smooth

Thick hair (red?)

pulling this memory

of you

showering me your wetness

the waterfall that cools

my feverish brain

emptying into the

dark deep pools

ripping thru fog

sequestered mind

Hidden

gifts glimmer

ripple

(a Pushkin kiss?)

thru the mossy forest of the day's events

You're Brilliant

(storm cloud eyes)

light sparkle

crackle at the waters edge

of the past

(a morning coffee silently shared)

cracking

thru the icy pain of

Absence

Your memory's heat

melts my hoar-frost

armored

heart

white hot drips

Finally

succumbs to rough

Remembering's soft supple

tongue

Lingering at memory's mercurial edge

pauses

Reflects

(an early morning caress?)

Then

Licks

Then

Laps

the thick quick silver strands

Of our million moments

strung spun

Spinning

Past

To present

To refusing none

future

Feeding on all

Fierce

Fraught

Sublime

The good

the bad

the ugly

moments

All perfect pearly threads

beautifully woven

into

the tapestry of

Passions

Sweet

our

Ache

space + time

Reveals my raw complete

utter

Love

(old fool!)

If you forget this

(whose to say?)

If you?

But (I know)

Remembering will hunt voraciously the frozen chambers of

my

hardened heart (I carry your heart)

Remembering

will weave you Into

forget

me (I can't say)

An infinite loop of

exquisite

existence

eternally

Remembering is a voracious

animal