From Her Book, One More Time
Her seesaw is me and she is my seesaw
Her two doves are shivering in my fingers
And her cup is full of my wine
Her space is redolent of my kiss
And her kiss is swimming in my space
The organ pipes shudder and the violins get drunk
Golden deer fly through the sky
And the skin of the earth starts to tremble—
The pearl of weeping becomes a river of firebrands!
That’s how astonishment always comes out of her book!
Flowers of Flame
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