Intercessory
Our love is like an orchestra that plays
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In two key signatures at once, or like Grieg
And Chinese music mixing, a blaze
Of orange tweed against silk’s pink, a league
Of Trotskyites and Tories—something not
That awful but, beyond doubt, tense. The length
Of our discomfort is like taffy fraught
With hottest chilies. You are like a strength
Of rusty bar laid down on velvet. Dry
Ice plunged into boiling acid comes to
Mind. Dragons made of steel trying to fly
With desperate moths are in our night-time view.
But somehow it all works. Your wavelike hair
Emboldens love. It holds a dual prayer.
