RUTH CARRADINE
...As biblical as they come, your righteous form
will drop me dead, you and your picnic lunch on
an oceanfront rock, some ancient boulder-stone
from aeons past you never recognize. Sitting there
like some half-reserved yet deadly stupid diva
gazing out to sea : the dividing line drawn between
you and me. I'll never have the courage to lose
this last reserve I'm keeping. Absence makes the
heart grow longer; fat muscle, doomed-pulser
to the sun and stars above.
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