Please do not love me, a poem;
As the apostle loves the prophet,
Please do not love me, a poem;
Words yearning for sense as
Cells consort to make a body whole.
But discounts the grander God,
As the amorous loves the thigh or nape
While the disconsolate soul sobs alone,
As the fool loves the word
But misses the meant,
Love life!
svh
3/15/92
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