CONSTRAINED
This
is to love:
to
wear your future like a coat
To
walk it like a thin sharp road
between
thick bristling silence
overgrown
Your
long bones, wide back enfold me
you
are the wooden walls that hold me
This
is to love:
to
take for spectacles
your
two brown eyes,
these
windows
of
my home
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