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Afterward, the compromise.

Bodies resume their boundaries.


These legs, for istance, 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

singssongs coming down.


Nothing is changed, except

there was a moment when


the wolf, the mongering wolf

who stands outside the self


lay lightly down, and slept.



  1. Powerful images! I really enjoyed reading this.

  2. I like this poem very much. It expresses, very well, the protective, contentment, and peace, in those rare moments when we find love, or fulfillment at least. Buonisimo.

    • elisabetta beneforti
    • Posted September 30, 2013 at 7:24 pm
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    yes yes yes… Maxine W. Kumin has a great and powerfull voice, connecting with our heart and immagination…I love it! Bellissimo

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