If
there was any passage through
Barred
doorways
It
was because you were in me
And
I had no other sides
No
other walls to contain me
If
there was any going
It
was because you went first
Stretching
back your hand
Taking
mine; and I followed you
Wherever
you went
If
there was any freedom beyond
The
furtherest rain
It
was because I was in you
As
no added weight to your
Burden;
no, none at all
If
there was any joy and delight
In
the diamond-split going
It
was because you gave it
And,
content with me, you bound me
One
with you . . . in love . . .
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