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Added on:3/31/2008 | In Nature

Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air


That crossed me from sweet things,
The flow of- was it musk
From hidden grapevine springs
Down hill at dusk?


I had the swirl and ache
From sprays of honeysuckle
That when they're gathered shake
Dew on the knuckle.


I craved strong sweets, but those
Seemed strong when I was young;
The petal of the rose
It was that stung.


Now no joy but lacks salt
That is not dashed with pain
And weariness and fault;
I crave the stain


Of tears, the aftermark
Of almost too much love,
The sweet of bitter bark
And burning clove.


When stiff and sore and scarred
I take away my hand
From leaning on it hard
In grass and sand,


The hurt is not enough:
I long for weight and strength
To feel the earth as rough
To all my length.

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