SONG: Howling at the Trouble by Richard Shindell
POEM: After Love by Maxine Kumin
Afterwards, the compromise.
Bodies resume their boundaries.
These legs, for instance, mine.
These legs, for instance, mine.
Your arms take you back in.
Spoons of our fingers, lips
Spoons of our fingers, lips
admit their ownership.
The bedding yawns, a door
The bedding yawns, a door
blows aimlessly ajar
and overhead, a plane
and overhead, a plane
singsongs coming down.
Nothing is changed, except
Nothing is changed, except
there was a moment when
the wolf, the mongering wolf
the wolf, the mongering wolf
who stands outside the self
lay lightly down, and slept.
QUOTE: "In my experience, there is only one motivation, and that is desire. No reasons or principles contain it or stand against it." ~ Jane Smiley
lay lightly down, and slept.
QUOTE: "In my experience, there is only one motivation, and that is desire. No reasons or principles contain it or stand against it." ~ Jane Smiley
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