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And in the night,
weaving in and out of sleep,
in and out of consciousness -
every time to fid you
folded in my arms -
wrapped up like a present
we are giving to each other.

(Jay Farbstein)

Alicante

An orange on the table
Your dress on the rug
And you in my bed
Sweet present of the present
Cool of night
Warmth of my life.

Jacques Prévert

(translated from the French by Lawrence Ferlinghetti)

Darkly risen
the moon speaks
my eyes
judging your roundness
delightful.

Audre Lorde

Spring overall. But inside us
there's another unity.

Behind each eye here,
one glowing weather.

Every forest branch moves differently
in the breeze, but as they sway
they connect at the roots.

(Jelaluddin Rumi)

Are my eyes too bright? Is my head too high?
Or does it really show, that kiss - does it sit on my
lips like a moth
on a leaf, has your kiss blossomed on my mouth
into a scarlet flower?

Walter Benton

My nerves are turned on. I hear them like
musical instruments. Where there was silence
the drums, the strings are incurably playing. You
did this.
Pure genius at work. Darling, the composer has
stepped
into fire.

(Anne Sexton, The kiss)

Spring paints the countryside.
Cypress trees grow even more beautiful,
but let’s stay inside.

Lock the door.
Come to me naked.
No one’s here.

- Rumi

Wild nights - Wild nights!
Were I with thee
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile - the winds -
To a Heart in port -
Done with the Compass -
Done with the Chart!

Rowing in Eden -
Ah - the Sea!
Might I but moor - tonight -
In thee!

(Emily Dickinson)