After Borges’
Amorosa Anticipacion
by Douglas Brown
Neither the intimacy of your face, bright as a celebration,
nor the candour of your body, so mysterious and quiet and girlish,
nor the sequences of your life, alternately talkative or silent,
could be a gift as mysterious
as seeing your sleep folded
in the vigil of my arms.
A virgin once again through sleep’s miraculous absolving virtue,
calm and resplendent like a favourite memory,
you give me this coast of your life which you yourself don’t own.
Cast into this stillness,
I can see the ultimate shore of your being
and see you for the first time, perhaps,
as God must see you,
free of the fiction of Time,
without love, without me.
Douglas Brown has published in Matrix, Books In Canada, The Antigonish
Review, This Magazine, and Grain.
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