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To My Love

Here—
take my love
for warmth when
we must part—
keep it wrapped
around you in the day
and in the night—
or leave it
on the shelf
if you need to
re-enter the world
in your solitary state,
or if you want to
accept another
offer of affection—
put it in a box
if you get tired
of its glow
or return to sender
if it doesn’t fit
the way it should—
no strings are attached
to my gentle
ardent love—
which I hope will
become a scaffolding
for yours.

 

 

 

 

 

DeMaris
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Photograph by Inge Morath, 1971