Almost Love
“You answer the door laughing;
It is the laughter of welcome.
“You take my hand and lead me
As if my hand were a gift.
“You make me think I know you,
That I have known you in childhood
“And in the winters of war, that
I have lain with you on silver sands
“And braided sweetgrass in your hair.
I imagine moonlight on your breasts
“And green lightning in your eyes.
It is almost love, almost a story to tell.”
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