Friday, June 19, 2015

Denise Levertov / What She Could Not Tell Him

What She Could Not Tell Him
by Denise Levertov

I wanted

 to know all the bones of your spine, all

 the pores of your skin,

 tendrils of body hair.

To let

all of my skin, my hands,

ankles, shoulders, breasts,

even my shadow,

be forever imprinted

with whatever of you

is forever unknown to me.

To cradle your sleep. 

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