there is nothing to take
from me
beloved
I have left the stove on
and the kitchen empty
the bed is dressed with just desserts
I have piled all my innocence into a line on the fence
and given away my conditions
this time
I am looking at you
with both eyes
and everything else
is a clock on a wall
not ticking
you
you are my love
I am not looking
for
anything
else
to arrive
but
me
Love
Your Beloved
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