A poem by Michael Graber
Those sensitive boys could not reach
the remote corners of your heart.
Now, I ravish every fiber, down to
where your roots marry the riverbed.
Embrace this darkness, my darling —
your wildness may save you. Let
love puncture the petty virtues
of the dammed world. Closed bud,
reborn whole, forget compromise.
Cut off my head if I ever offer
you less than the entire present.
Would you flower any other way?
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