A frog under you,
knees drawn up
ready to leap out of time,
a dog beside you,
snuffing at you, seeking
scent of you, an idea unformulated,
I give up on
trying to answer my question,
Do I love you enough?
It's enough to be so much here. And
certainly when I catch
your mind in the
act of plucking
truth from the dark surrounding nowhere
as a swallow skims a
gnat from the
deep sky,
I don't stop to ask myself
Do I love him? but
laugh for joy.
Category: Women and Love Author: Denise Levertov Source: The Wife
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