An Exercise in Love, Diane De Prima
My friend
wears my scarf at his waist
I give him moonstones
He gives me shell &
seaweeds
He comes from a distant
city & I meet him
We will plant eggplants
& celery together
He weaves me cloth
Many have brought the gifts
I use for his pleasure
silk, & green hills
& heron the color of dawn
My friend walks soft as a
weaving on the wind
He backlights my dreams
He has built altars beside
my bed
I awake in the smell of his
hair & cannot remember
his name, or my own.
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