With one look they turn each other’s eyes
Into galaxies of overripe plums
Their organs throb like underground springs
They do not breathe like you and me
They suck and spit air greedily as
If their lungs will expire by the stroke of twelve tonight
They can’t tell horizontal from vertical
They jump out of high storied windows
Trusting earth will vault them to the stars
The Lovers know they are blind
But they choose not to see
Because they can féél
The Lovers know the way is unclear, at times dark
That is why you see them walking with their arms stretched out
Feeling their way around
Bumping their shins and heads -
The pain tells them the glorious truth that
They are alive and in lóve
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