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After the first astounding rush after the we

After the first astounding rush
after the weeks at the lake
the crystal the clouds the water lapping the rocks
the snow breaking under our boots like skin
& the long mornings in bed. . .
After the tangos in the kitchen
& our eyes fixed on each other at dinner
as if we would eat with our lids
as if we would swallow each other. . .
I find you still
here beside me in bed
while my pen scratches the pad
& your skin glows as you read
& my whole life so mellowed & changed
that at times I cannot remember
the crimp in my heart that brought me to you
the pain of a marriage like an old ache
a husband like an arthritic knuckle.
Here living with you
love is still the only subject that matters.
I open to you like a flowering wound
or a trough in the sea filled with dreaming fish
or a steaming chasm of earth
split by a major quake.
You changed the topography.
Where valleys were
there are now mountains.
Where deserts were
there now are seas.
We rub each other
but we do not wear away.
The sand gets finer
& our skins turn silk..

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