Oh, dear wife, you are too much
Mine and flesh of me –
There is no dawn
To keep your water
From my blood, I am unceasing intimacy
Oh, unvisioned loving face
There is no dusk that does not signal
Your baffling comfort of caress
Oh, you are the loss of all
Accomplished things, I do not care
For the world, after you
You are the skin of the
Long-lunging seas
On my bones, in my organs
Moon dark, with laughing mouth
With sweet uplifted lips
That taste like Mandarin honey
The maple syrup teasing eyes
Savage in the glory of redeeming
So many empty lonely years.
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Wuji Seshat 