Thursday, October 22, 2009

In the muscle, you




"A bruise, blue

in the muscle, you

impinge upon me.

As bone hugs the ache home, so

I'm vexed to love you, your body

the shape of returns, your hair a torso

of light, your heat

I'd eat, each moment

of that soft-finned fruit,

inverted fountain in which I don't see me."

— Li-Young Lee

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