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Love, Here and Now
Love, Here and Now
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Tell me when you need me, Love, and I'll be there for you.
Tell me when your pale lips with ruby drops bedew
The very thorns that spring up in vile corrosive birth,
On this shamed and dusty bosom of the earth
To scourge you. I'll pour soothing balms,
On your bleeding brows and palms,
And the soles of your feet and your riven sides.
Behold, these are the wounds of love; for in your
Passion lies our redemption.
But must you always tell me, Love?
Should I not know?
When this vast pulsating beast
Rips you and me, eternally,
Through and through, like a knife
With a jagged edge, twisting across from the very first
Singularity to the last?
Love, why wait for the Second Coming,
When it is upon us? Here and now?
