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10/18/10
Leaving You
The hardest part of being with you is leaving you, Forcing my unwilling will, my unmotivated motivation, My dispirited spirit, which drive me workward, After another weekend of small glories, To suspend the tendernesses I wrote with you, Composing the romance we dreamed of discovering in youth, Before finding ourselves enmeshed in the pressures of family, Making names, places, reputations for ourselves, To justify our shadows in a world rushing fast into the past, Without our ever guessing that the destination was old age, Loneliness, heartache, regret — Those soul mates that so often accompany us into the earth.
The hardest part of being with you is leaving you, Yet, how far better it is than our never getting together. And so, I set the alarm for 6:30, Anticipating awakening thirty minutes early, slipping from bed, To shower, shave, set my clothes out, Before lying beside you, again, for another precious half-hour, During which I'll caress your naked legs, thighs, breasts, Wet your dry lips with my kisses, Professing that for the time left to our affections, I'll devote my caressing breath to letting you know That leaving you is just a caesura in our intimacy's poem, A pause in the larger harmony of our hearts' art.
10/18/10
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