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Adrienne Rich - Twenty-One Love Poems II
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	II
	
I wake up in your bed. I know I have been dreaming.
	Much earlier, the alarm broke us from each other,
	you’ve been at your desk for hours. I know what I dreamed:
	our friend the poet comes into my room
	where I’ve been writing for days,
	drafts, carbons, poems are scattered everywhere,
	and I want to show her one poem
	which is the poem of my life. But I hesitate,
	and wake. You’ve kissed my hair
	to wake me. I dreamed you were a poem,
	I say, a poem I wanted to show someone…
	and I laugh and fall dreaming again
	of the desire to show you to everyone I love,
	to move openly together
	in the pull of gravity, which is not simple,
	which carries the feathered grass a long way down the upbreathing air.
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
	 
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