You will leave your wise men. Your
mind, with no object to rest on,
I loved him so much that I followed him on
mornings
will
ride on
when I could have slept, slept late, slept
and not
the
horse of
felt the pain beside me, curled round my my breath.
body like a spoon. His body like a
And
you will be my
light in the bedroom, his smile body, ever
returning.
like a dog in the bed. He shakes And if you miss
me with hugs, overwhelms me with salvation,
kisses. I raise my arms to embrace his neck; never
There is nothing in the day except him. returning, I will
offer it, Bhakti, ever returning,
again and again and again.
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