~ for Jane and Brandon 
All we ever wanted it seemed was a certain 
Gentleness and care content to reason 
Things out or hold the door and be absurd 
Sometimes now that we’ve got that I wonder 
What place of number multitudes houses 
Or eyes look to reflect meshes these leaves 
Rustling near in a city pastoral with no other 
Object than to ramble every time we meet 
Or danced I think of what you will be together. 
Never was or will it be about 
Love per se but a relation 
Forces grant each other 
As number obscure dances 
With number there was always 
A dance party where we were
As leaves also buttress leaves 
Separately we spoke of embodied 
Waters that won’t run out on us 
Or what it makes or who makes it 
Otherwise than what we were 
Just this *pound of flesh* to be
Doled out by the universe 
Truly it is love that replenishes 
Overwhelms all other responsibilities 
The dailiness of *you as you* 
Of *me as me* the fact that we 
Danced at all or found the time 
For tears we can never retract 
Their joy was subtlest.
 
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