I Know I Cannot Satisfy the
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I know I cannot satisfy the sun
the pleasures of a quiet day;
Spring is not a prize that I have
Nor am I here because I've had my say.
My thoughts are not the
product of my wits,
Nor are my myths the product of my dreams;
a confluence of moments -- bits
Of longing borne by cold and laughing
Love also is a gift beyond deserving:
nocturnal, armed with delicate paws;
Nudging shameless for affection,
Equally my need and its own laws.
drunk with light,
I stagger towards the long-expected
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon