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I Know You I know you. Before your mother gave you life, And a nipple to suck, We were lovers Lying down among wild hills Bright with bull thistle, Sweet with clover, rye, heather And the woody smell of gorse. I teased you mercilessly, Racing like a doe, Twirling my skirts, Panting to be caught... Then, twisting on the hunter's shaft. You pierced my heart. I know you. I wore your ancient tartan, Red and black against stark, gray walls Against my own white skin. I warmed your bed, bore your four sons, And when you died-- Lord, when you died I could not wed another Because I smelled the heather and the wild gorse In dreams at midnight, even in winter. And, I could still feel you Deep inside me. I know you. Against a different backdrop, Bearing a different name. An actor in a different role. No matter. I know you-- How could I ever forget? |
Additional Notes:
Written on Feb 14, 2001 about an old (very old?) love...and this is the only forum that I
would consider for this poem.
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