Without my conscience I could still
love you without reservation,
oblivious to the world
I would damage
on my way.
.
Blinded,
I could still grasp
the exquisite splendor
of a sunrise and sunset, lost
with you, for love needs no light to lie.
.
I do not need all limbs to climb Olympus,
to approach, with you hand in arm,
an altar of divine euphoria;
Red wine kisses of
a perfect age.
.
One lung,
and I could breathe
your name, in last requests
that life be squeezed like tangerines
to gently ease distress, upon each parting.
.
One limb, a lung, my eyes, perhaps my soul;
I ask what loving you should cost.
“Everything!” You say to me.
And I give until I am
no longer
whole.
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