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howitisiknew

spare me not
for something here
something less than love
– could not another
hold me
quite the same

as poetry inspired
by the falling thru of plans
forgotten as the promise
– the taste
that is your name

where and when
the heart is known –
tis for a sweeter truth
the silent hiss
of longing pressed
to flame

. . .