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Our Love’s Early Morning
A Poem
Our Love’s Early Morning
I’ve got some love in my pocket, dear Asha, bigger than an egg and smaller than what you might consider adequate.
But I love your hair, which is equal to paradise as it lays across the pillow.
My estate would leave everything to you, that’s how lonely my soul is.
The publisher of these words would agree I’m not one to fit in to certain situations well.
I just want to be in your section if you know what I mean, carve out some space for us — big as an elephant.
I refute convention whenever I can, but there’s a place for obedience in the face of excess and that’s in your warm bed.
I’m no nationalist, so just delete that from your mind. Your pure sex is all I’m interested in.
So, what I’m saying is there is some assembly required — we need to make it happen — become tolerant of every freckle, not allow discomfort to exceed its purpose.
There’s a precedent in mind: you on your back taking me inside you. There was no way to falsify that feeling that one gray morning when the love was so perfect.
It was a beginning, at least, and so heed this quotation and don’t plagiarize else you’ll be put in front of a jury and your…
