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Today My Love Is Not Cerebral
Today my love is not cerebral-
Does not consider this mind’s trivia.
My love does not
Select- does not
Reflect-does not
Submit to pain
And dates
And lineage.
My love is not history,
Is not a theorem,
Is not punctuated
By pretension,
Speed, couture, and cash.
My love does not read Salinger,
Does not crave caffeine,
Does not seek to beat the system.
Today my love scorns this mania,
Scorns the unruly and precocious
Scorns the smoking spark
Of my impetuous wit-
And extinguishes it.
Today my love, for the first time,
Will reach you,
Whole and tender and good.