The
Act of Love, #21
The act of love
Is a dream
Wrapped in a gesture
Dissolved in a sigh.
The
Act of Love, #22
The act of love
Is not without pain.
The act of love
Is a window pane.
The
Act of Love, #23
This morning when
I was reading
Lucretius
On the exercise bike
I swerved and all I
Could do was think
About the act of
love.
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