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Confabulation of Love
If I see you as many things,
as if you yourself had many eyes,
were so many creatures
fashioned by the mind's hunger
for a large number of colors,
as if you had set
a multitude of beings into action
and you were following all of them
with a certain sly attention
like a wise but worried mother;
if I see you as many things,
perhaps we are a continent
and an ocean. You dangle
a prism between our eyes
and twirl it slowly
with the breath of your whisper,
with the musical caresses
of a million words bearing wings.
And I ascend into your nest
perched high above everything,
I ascend into your chamber
of infinite possibilities, enchanted
by the range of your music;
I ascend into that heavenly space
where all is forgotten,
where we lie together;
where the universe entertains us.
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