Begin Love Poem

Begin Love Poem!

This is now. Now is. Don’t postpone,
till then. Spend the spark of iron,
on stone. Sit at the head of the table.
Dip your spoon in the bowl. Seat yourself
next to your joy and have your awakened soul
pour wine. Branches in the spring wind,
easy dance of jasmine and cypress. Cloth
for green robes has been cut from pure
absence. You’re the tailor, settled
among his shop goods, quietly sewing.

Begin Love Poem

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