An aside

An aside

An interlude between stanzas

made by Jane

Pausing to recall my own

refrain, reminded by a memory

His pain so intense,

no narcotic touching,

body quaking, eyes rolled back

Lover’s whisper, “Read to me”

“Read to me of our Algonquin trip”

Him instantly soothed

transported from his body

into intimacy

The Book of Love

has music in it,

soothes the savage beast

Do this

in remembrance of me.

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