Poetry: After Love

After Love –Max­ine Kumin After­wards, the com­pro­mise. Bod­ies resume their bound­aries. These legs, for instance, mine. Your arms take you back in. Spoons of our fin­gers, lips admit their own­er­ship. The bed­ding yawns, a door blows aim­less­ly ajar and over­head, a plane singsongs, com­ing down. Noth­ing is…

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