Journey of the Magi
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river
She claimed me with tongue and touch
Going where I had not gone
Showing how ignoring why
Then left me there in worried wonder
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