Posted by: heyday on: October 27, 2004
You say it’s like putting back pieces of a broken window
that may otherwise send us the scent of autumn incandescence;
do I always need the curtain, you ask,
the protection?
Nothing is entire, my love, just as I was never forgiven
for denying your childlike attention.
While I can never begin to learn,
to venture, to place my reliance on another,
I [...]
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