Love
By dan ankers
Do I love you? Or did you Enchant ME? Can it be that you make me so happy? All that I’m asking is sufferance of time, and then I am so sure that after that will come love-making, sublime. And in case you think I’m speaking in riddles or being rude, just know that love, and the making of it, consists of all the things that two human beings could possibly do while in the mood...for being in love.
Wherein that making love is not so very much an act, as it is an indomitable thing, consider it one point, upon an orgiastic string
And the meaning of the Earth
And there, all life itself
Is nothing but a session
Of that lesson
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