Friday, March 18, 2005

Love me two times times two

.
Love Is Never Having To
Say You're Crushed
.
I don't know that I have ever been
as in love with anyone as I have
been with you. There was that
golden girl, the one with the cello
standing in the corner of her room,
the one whose hands were sculpted
by Michelangelo, a love many years
old, much distanced now. And, even
that cannot compare.
The quality of that dream love was
that of children playing. But,
our love
--it feels like life and death,
quite adult you know--like a blade
edging meat from bone, precise and
earthy,
our love.
Plans fold--you must fight very
hard to hold yours up against
our love.
I know it will not be. I have chosen
too, another thing,
some-thing-not-this-love.
It was too big for us,
our love.

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