How do you let go of love?
what do you do with the worn and pink leash?
The one chewed on and stretched and marked with all the walks you took,
you and your companion
Lord can you be my keeper?
Can you keep my love?
I have a love that is sick and bedridden.
every afternoon the heaviness lifts
but places keep passing through me
that I want to touch like cloth.
as Annie said, (Sexton)
"Yet love enters my blood like an I.V., dripping in its little white moments."
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God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night. These are the words we dimly hear: You sent out beyond your recall, go the limits of your longing. Embody me. Flare up like flame and make big shadows I can move in. Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror, Just keep going. No feeling is final. Don't let yourself lose me. Nearby is the country they call life. You will know it by its seriousness. Give me your hand. Rilke
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