(Published in Sunday Mornings At The River Vol. 1) I keep pouring love overThe wound that never heals Woman as wolfWolf as woman Wild and unfurled Pink petalsAfter a dark storm Open jawsAt open wound Love keeps pouring inPain keeps spilling out Pale posiesGentle stem bending HereLover, here —My swan throat
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