When one is loved, the world
Becomes a mammal:
All births are live; more
Light than muscle flickers
Under skin.
One finds that one is mammal
Striding on a lighter sort of brother,
In and Out of Love, and Of Love,
And one wishes to become Love:
To become transparent, a carrier of it,
As if it were a cancer or a chromosome;
Mute white angel with unsullied feet,
Leaving puddles of water behind her.
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