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All the selves before you
my dichotomy on love
could no longer see.

Feel
what I could feel
when you look at me.

Touch was slow—
Beethoven’s No. 5
crescendo.

Hear
what collects in my mind
to waltz into yours.

To kiss you
good night,
to massage
your temples.

Smell
before you can see:
burnt coffee,
pistachio cannoli.

My scent
comfy, in his clothes.

Love letters
more beautiful than
stained-glass windows.

With you,
just you.

60 years won’t be enough.

Even if it’s fleeting; stops beating,
at least I know, what was love.

G