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I Can’t Forget

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No, I can’t ever forget
your child’s mouth, your girl’s glance,
bold — I dream of you,
I speak, I think of you — always — like rhythm.

I feel vast oceans
heaving as the moon yaws,
and whole galaxies, burning,
swinging as they have always swung, will always swing.

Oh, if you would stay with me — always —
smiling, sensible, as good as now,
I’d walk on those stars, and
I’d kiss the sun on its burning lips.

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