Bill Berkson

Song for Connie

The sun met the moon at the corner
          noon in thin air
 
Commotion you later
          choose to notice
 
Love shapes the heart
          that once was pieces
 
You take in hand
          the heart in mind
 
Your fate’s consistent
          alongside mine
 
Unless a mess
          your best guess
 
That is right, thanks, the intimate
          fact that you elect it
 
At corners, dressed or naked, with lips taste
          full body, time thick or thin, fixated
 
Love, take heart
          as heart takes shape
 
And recognition
          ceases to be obscure
 
One line down the center
          another flying outward enters
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