XIX.
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THE YEARS THAT SEPARATE US
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The years that separate us
become the miles that separate us.
Time and distance
are the tension, the aphrodisiac.
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I wandered the world for twenty-two years
before you were ever born,
then wandered another twenty-one
before you came into my arms.
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How many years
will you go on living
after I am gone?
And how long
can the distances hold us apart,
keeping us from the embrace
of our sane passion for one another?
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I love your joyful body,
your whispering voice that contains
the honey of centuries.
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You are the earth and sky,
the flower and river.
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In the place where we come from,
the place where we derive our light,
the home we have leapt from
in order to search for one another:
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in that place
where we have always been
and to which we must eventually return,
I am eternally your lover.
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