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Love Poem XLIV: Blaze
Tim Gavin (bio)

Give me this mountain because I have walked up and
Down it my entire life and still lose my way. Give me
The snow moon of February and maybe I won’t lose it
In the gray clouds. Give me an organ recital with all the
Stops open and maybe I will escape in some wild
Dance where I am flashing my knives and tossing my
Hair and lifting my thighs and breathing through my
Eyes and dreaming of a banquet where my true
Neighbors will rise incorruptible not from the darkness
Of the deep or tombs but from the ashes that still hold
an ember and could ignite a divine blaze.

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