Heart Handfuls

My lovers suffocate me,

Crowding my lips, thick in the pores of my skin, Jostling me through streets and public halls, coming naked to me at night,

Calling my name from flower-beds, vines, tangled underbrush,

Lighting on every moment of my life, Noiselessly passing handfuls out of their hearts and giving them to be mine.

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