January 3, 2007

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You don't understand
why you've lost his embrace
once a kiss was enough to feed multitudes
now the jam and croissant
and the morning's soft mirth
are declined because they're "half eaten."

Is it so unforeseen
his pursuit of Eros
the highest and best and most beautiful
was not just a rhapsody
wrapped in your name
but a doomed questing passion you loved and "forgave"?