Every
night he'd come to me
I'd
cook for him, I'd pour his tea
I
was in my thirties then
Had
made some money, lived with men
We'd
lay us down to give and get
Beneath
the white mosquito net
And
since no counting had begun
We
lived a thousand years in one
The
candles burned
The
moon went down
The
polished hill
The
milky town
Transparent,
weightless, luminous
Uncovering
the two of us
On
that fundamental ground
Where
love's unwilled, unleashed, unbound
And
half the perfect world is found
The
candles burned
The
moon went down
The
polished hill
The
milky town
Transparent,
weightless, luminous
Uncovering
the two of us
On
that fundamental ground
Where
love's unwilled, unleashed, unbound
And
half the perfect world is found
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