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the damage is already done
the damage is love
and that's how we're here
to touch
is just to be with
isn't a moon
to bless beside?
aren't the stars
to wish?
a voice is such
it's not what's said
dark in the well of dreams
we bide
all under words
at swim
and whiff of waking with
not a word
the healing's here
let me hold you
let me be held
love is the damage
that's how we're here
wonders are working
with us again
first of day brings to light
then you see the damage
isn't the world shone so?
trace a scar
where the highway went
the damage is already done
dreams had to be the healing
there's no stillness proof against
morning so the music plays
limbs are lithe to it
a reaching out, a simple stretch
how naked you will be then
love is the collateral
when once upon the writhing time
are there conditions?
something missing in my education
here and there winter got in
in summer we caught fire
the hour is passing where we dwell
how is it then we mean at all?
if time turned tail
ran up itself
but who does that?
the numbness is extremity
and all between the ears
crook in the neck
back wracked lying
under covers cuddles give
into shoulder snuggle
hush as in some antique song
you mustn't say my name
then I will have no century
no nation can be mine
let's for a moment
go without saying
the damage is already done
love is the damage we do
Marvelous, top to bottom.
ReplyDeleteDitto KK I love the damage last ..and first.
ReplyDeleteNow that's a dialectic!
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