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Give you nothing of myself
we can call "restorative"
yet you choose to pause anyway
at ivy-thick heartgates of mine,
their perpetual summer,
your warmth.
You invent these for yourself,
invest me into your garden dream
first,
and then
into official redefinition of heart.
Yes, I suppose I love you
even doing this,
maybe especially doing this.
You take on a light I want to stand under.
You take on heaven & pull it
to shoulder-wrap
& you stand there, incandescent as stars
& the things you say
now sound like prayer, ode, psalm
& you feign sacred well enough,
finally,
to revere my silences as templar.
My surrender to gratitude will stay the snows
at your brittle eyes.
------ Of all known institutions, I attend only two: church, in my heart, and school, in yours. Both are subject to demolition. - Lucie Adams, 2007
It is only for poetry to know how many stanzas fit into one caress. - Lucie Adams, 2008
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