By Toklas
Date: 25 March 2000
Incunabula
lover in a dusty coat
--Faithful, faithless
Playing a million parts.
He and I spend hours
Before the glowing fires
He sings, I dance a little--
Turn a pirouette upon the stage of an idea.
We stroll along the hours
In the plenty of solitude
Holding fast until my light is spent.
March 25, 2000
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