Saturday, 2. October 2004
Two notes on Love
[1]
Nor is that true -
love as then understood was some kind
of an over reaching need, strong enough
to be demanded by punching a raised fist
- that common emblem of revolutions - on a stone wall.
[2] We succumbed and the beauty that resulted was transient - the indentations on a narrow bed where we laid ourselves down next to each other, willing like believers that such an act will be our salvation.
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