In this poem

Here, sit for me.
sit with me.

My words streaming
as though they were tears at the opera.

You have been waiting,
for my tongue to strike you

-like thunderclap.

Here, sit for me,
sit with me.

I have this verse churning,

I have had this verse

to give to you,

to hand over, my hand in your hand, in the presence of noise, of the worldly things, of what is mine and not mine to give.

Here, sit for me,

sit with me,

attend gently,

I have loved you in this poem.

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