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posted May 20, 2009, 11:17 AM by David Storlie

because Iwant
holding, I lack it:
I can never haveenough,
its truth that matters

because your arms
have reached
all around me
Andif around, then in
and through, armscan
yet,you know exact pressures
that mean love. 
my body thenis incomprehensible.

you know it because love
keeps us longer than lust.
Merely repetition islove for those
who surrender to it, who foliate
loveskins and then replenish
the formsof love within
echoing down throughout
the shudder of then, follows

as your voice calls quit
your heavings, time timefor
bed, really together
and that’s when lovematters.