From the complications of loving you
I think there is no end or return.
No answer, no coming out of it.Which is the only way to love, isn’t it?
[…]Therefore I have given precedence
to all my sudden, sullen, dark moods
that hold you in the center of my world.And I say to my body: grow thinner still.
And I say to my fingers, type me a pretty song.
And I say to my heart: rave on.Mary Oliver, “A Pretty Song,” Thirst: Poems (Beacon Press, 2006)
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