My body, now that we will not be travelling together much longer
I begin to feel a new tenderness toward you, very raw and unfamiliar,
like what I remember of love when I was young -
love that was so often foolish in its objectives
but never in its choices, its intensities
Too much demanded in advance, too much that could not ne promised -
My soul has been so fearful, so violent;
forgive its brutality.
As though it were that soul, my hand moves over you cautiously,
not wishing to give offense
but eager, finally, to achieve expression as substance:
it is not the earth I will miss,
it is you I will miss.
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