from Concerning the Book that is the Body of the Beloved by Gregory Orr

earlyfrost:

 …I held
Back about love
All those years:
Talking about death
Insistently, even
As I was alive;
Talking about loss
As if all was loss,
As if the world
Did not return
Each morning.

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This is what love is for; To be out of place. Gorgeous and alone, face to face.

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