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I wanted a cunt of golden pleasure
purer than heroin
to honor you in
doubt bed heart like a
meadow in yosemite
to take your ease in
imagination clear and active as
sunny tidepools
to serve up good talk with dinner
soul like your face before you
were born
to glory you in
breast, hair, fingers,
whole city of body
in your arms all night
elise cowen