Just Love Me
Just love me.
Love me as though this skin
had never been touched
by any lips
but yours, love
me as though
to let go my hand from
your hand, the
winds would sail me
faraway
from you, love
me until
you leave me
without breath,
without sense,
without direction,
without time.
Love me as though there were
no morning, no night, no tomorrow,
no yesterday, no
now, love me
as though you were the salt
spray of the sea and I were the wet
sand, and you rolled across me
not knowing who I was, but you
lingered, for a time, and said,
"Yes,
here. This
is where I will
lay my weary head."
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