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Marriage is not
a house or even a tent

it is before that, and colder:

the edge of the forest, the edge
of the desert
the unpainted stairs
at the back where we squat
outside, eating popcorn

the edge of the receding glacier

where painfully and with wonder
at having survived even
this far

we are learning to make fire

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over all poem is wonderful sound of soul- Her gesture, motion, and her smiles, Her wit, her voice my heart beguiles, Beguiles my heart, I know not why, And yet I love her till I die.
This is my ancester. Beautiful words
....an extraordinary love poem...I love this, beautiful rhythm and flow, very pleased I found this one, adding to my favorites ★
My lover read this to me. It is lovely beyond words