Because you are the bridge for me
to cross over into myself
you stand there in a curve of lace
holding white carnations,
your face shining in laughter
like a waterfall over my head.
I love you, I love you
full of wasps and spring air,
full of travels through stormy nights
in Balkan countries, taking the whole world
inside us; because we never learn,
because we stumble, we fall hard—
and the balance of chaos
has given us this chance
love dedicates its strife to us.
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