You can’t climb
on top and call
yourself conqueror,
or, straddling, whip
love into submission.
Love wanders from sky
to sky––once or twice
I’ve seen it there
or felt a presence
other than my own––
a kind of glowing
twilight makes
before it tires
of one place.
Topic: Love
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