Circle
So often you were dead to me
saying good-bye
on every heartfelt platform
lover of lovers
then you return...
Your love begins
with loss of ease
it is risky and sleepless
sustaining itself with weeping
then quietly your caresses snow down...
Love should be repaid with love
each time you leave and circle
you return with a new face
like a lovely flower newly opened
which I do not recognize...
Until I reach deep inside
and feel the ancient scar
where I ever so arduously
spell out your name.....
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