Sunday, October 24, 2021
to love you
—deeply would arise from intimacy I’ll never have with you.
Yet, such intimacy, I suppose, is in your life.
How may it show in words?: as if “my words are already yours because we’re each other’s best complement”?
Here of us, there for each one.
“Here I am,” we say of us.
what’s ours belongs
gary e. davis