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07/31/11
Six Intimacies
I
This Sunday morning, Our bed is a temple, a church, A sanctuary that hallows our flesh, Our spirits' sensuality, Our souls' faith In the consummation of our adoration.
II
You and I, Linda, May be the last two romantics On this big blue planet.
And if so, We'd better live forever, So romance will have a chance.
III
"Savvy and Parker always say to me, 'I love you, Grandzo, More than the whole wide world.'"
And I'll always say to you, "I love you, Linda, More than the whole wide universe."
IV
What we best possess and best possesses us Is consummate respect for each other. In every respect, we're equals.
V
I love the privilege of living the life I live. May we be privileged, equally, To live the life of love.
VI
Our tears are tears not of sadness But of gladness that goes so far beyond happiness, All we can do is weep harmoniously.
Our tears aren't globes of lilac sorrow But drops of purple joy That nourish the amaranths blooming in our eyes.
07/31/11
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