Love and It’s Mysteries by E.E Cumming

it is so long since my heart has been with yours

shut by our mingling arms through
a darkness where new lights begin and increase,

since your mind has walked into
my kiss as a stranger
into the streets and colours of a town-

that I have perhaps forgotten
how,always (from
these hurrying crudities
of blood and flesh) Love
coins His most gradual gesture,

and whittles life to eternity

-after which our separating selves become museums
filled with skilfully stuffed memories

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