A thousand half-loves
must be forsaken to take
one whole heart home.
Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy,
absentminded. Someone sober
will worry about things going badly.
Let the lover be.
Lovers don't finally
meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
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