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Come to me, my love...
Let me welcome you
not into this body,
trembling with the world's uncertainty;
not into these arms,
tense in their grasp for tomorrow;
or these eyes,
shaded by the lace
of all that's been already spun,
or this smile,
so full of shadows,
so full of dreams,
so fragile in its pain
and irony
and strength...
Come to me, my love:
Don't say a word, just take this hand
and trust me:you are safe.
Like this...
and one more step.
You're here.
Oh, how my lips are thirsty!
Bend over me,
lean over me, now, love
as if over a fountain
in the desert:
cover your ears,
forget the beating of your heart,
let the light of your eyes
fall with the patience of a prayer
into the endless, quiet night...
For it is only across that - that great silence
of recognition
in the cool, tender wave of emptiness rising
at the bottom of my being
that I know any certainty
or understand the true meaning of love.
And so it is only with that body
of emptiness
that I wish to embrace you.
Now and forever.
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