it is so long since my heart has been
with yours

shut by our mingling arms through
a darkness where new lights begin
and
increase,
since your mind has walked into
my kiss as a stranger
into the streets and colours of a
town—

that i have perhaps forgotten
how, always(from
these hurrying crudities
of blood and flesh) Love
coins His most gradual gesture,

and whittles life to eternity

—after which our separating selves
become museums
filled with skilfully stuffed
memories

e.e.cummings