We let our love go Without remark, frenzied though We had first taken to the fields, Divining in scrap metal
messages And mucking in the reeds, yielding Up the scummy branches and turtle-shell stones. We lived in the slough
of first love, and happily We drank wine and mocked the grapes in the vintage. Mocked the blood in our bodies, we said:
If it's Within us, were of greater value. Did we Understand this baby talk? Certainly I thought You were in me, and
I was in you. I, for one Was nudged headlong into the reason of things. I fell over myself. You ground my face In
the pond-slush. I made jest of your sickness, you Of mine. Twined in one another and blind, we Scorched one another.
This was, for both, but the first Of the last days of youth.
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