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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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