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I tell you, but what am I sorry for? I’m only for myself…wanting you to come to bed with me only makes me sad when you don’t. napping in your chair, computer screen immobile, must offer some lotus of leisure. I would prefer your face leaning on my shoulder instead of on your wrist, surely it is sleeping like the rest of your body. Let us meet in the field beyond right and wrong. This you said to me five years ago and tonight I read it in Rumi. please take my hand. to walk there with you is my waking dream my nightmare is—I fall where you can’t reach. Sally Ehrman |
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