Affection offers
convalescence
–
acquiescence
to an
intimacy
which at
first seems
alien – and then
suggests what’s
underneath
the veil,
which isn’t
alien at all.
The wondrous
warm
expostulation
of your body
next to mine
engenders
such
an immanently
gentle rise
and fall!
We find it
fine,
I think – don’t
you?
We’ve climbed
the wall.
.
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