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My Love 

I met my love on a plane from Milan to New York in 2000. We had a 10 hour conversation. We have equally long periods of comfortable silence.

He is out of the country at least 80% of the time often with no electricity. Each moment together is precious.

Although he is not a poet he always gets the line that grounds the poem.

Take me to your place,
Where birds flutter down thankyous
Making a joyous noise as they land.
Spoon swirls the chocolate
Like your jacket gently on my shoulder.
If bishops could hear your words,
Anathema would be a place of glory;
Saints with flaming fingers would cry fire;
Genocide would stop.
On my sleeve an anomalous heart
As you begin like morning sweetness
At any hour.

When I first met him I framed the birds to represent how I feel. They sit on my desk.