Love? Be it man. Be it woman.
It must be a wave you want to glide in on,
give your body to it, give your laugh to it,
give, when the gravelly sand takes you,
your tears to the land. To love another is something
like prayer and can’t be planned, you just fall
into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.
– Anne Sexton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/admonitions-to-a-special-person/
]]>So tell me anything but track me like a climber
for here is the eye, here is the jewel,
here is the excitement the nipple learns.
I am unbalanced — but I am not mad with snow.
I am mad the way young girls are mad,
with an offering, an offering…
– Anne Sexton, from The Breast, in Love Poems
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