"We read too much,"
I protest one night
As the fire flickers low...
"Does focusing too much on literature
lead to experiencing too little life?"
A rustle of lace
drawn across red crushed-velvet
then the slither of silk.
My God, how your pale white skin
is set off by your raven-black hair!
While scientists and poets debate,
You are the Tigress
and I the Euphrates
and we flow together
to meet in the Fertile Crescent.
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