An Alloy
Without your eyes, how could I know
about the color of the sky?
Without your hair, could I be so
engaged in tangled obscurity?
Without you body, how I could
guess of the animatedness
of every pleasure or distress,
be it farness or |neighborhood?
An instance like a century,
a welcome worth an ostracism;
you shape the worlds out of a dream,
and all is life, whatever it is.
Without your love what would be me,
and what but love I'd love to be?
2007
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