Her heart like an ancient orogeny
And how I even to scale its
Hoary summits, inhospitable crags,
Let alone pierce to the root of the mountain
And find within
the heat
the softness?
I say to her, “It’s not enough just to love life,”
And she rebuts,
“You know love only like
The astrologer knows the stars,
the winding planets,
Asteroids,
Deepest space and frigid voids.”
At the same time she grins.
I take for a fragment of regard
The sudden softness of
Her eyes.
How often she will fool me so,
I the whipped and kibbled dog
Whimpering on th’ electrified floor,
And my master my all and only,
Noting figures in a book.
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