Love is hidden in heaven
because that’s all there is . . .
It’s like a page of asterisks
instead of print—you guess
a meaning and then go on
with the story proper.
But it is a teaser—I mean,
what all those people do
behind the stars. It’s something
more wild than anything
we can think about without
going up in smoke and fire—
all the nakedness and heat
of shining, clasping beings
too much for us. We weep
with deepest joy just when
a beauty drops her clothes
and stands there for a moment—
don’t touch the contours!
or they will disappear . . .
All the same, I deeply wish
our writers used less analysis
and went back to some asterisks.
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