Love is
A rain of diamonds
in the mind
the soul’s fruit
sliced in two
a dark spring
loosed at the lips of light
under-earth waters
unlocked from their lurking
to sparkle in a crevice
parted by the sun
a temple
not of stone but cloud
beyond the heart’s roar
and all violence
outside the anvil-stunned domain
unfrenzied space
between the grains of change
blue permanence
one short step to the good ground
the bite into bread again.
-May Swenson
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