from And They Were Both Right
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mygeeseourgeeseWhat if love is no more than
a tangle of muscles
aching to be untied
by knowing fingers?
What if love is made and nothing else—
asked Narcissus, leaning over the green iris of water.
Nothing else,
cried Echo from the green cochlea of the woods.
And they were both right.
And they were both lonely.
a tangle of muscles
aching to be untied
by knowing fingers?
What if love is made and nothing else—
asked Narcissus, leaning over the green iris of water.
Nothing else,
cried Echo from the green cochlea of the woods.
And they were both right.
And they were both lonely.
