NO WHISKY BARS
I believe that crawling into you is going back into myself.
That by the act of joining hands with you I become more of me.
There are no whiskey bars for dancers like ourselves,and so we move into each other like drunkards into open doorways.
My need for you is near addiction.
No sailor ever had tattoos growing on his fore arm the way your smile has willed itself back behind my eyes.
It will not dissolve.
It will not divide.
For I am nothing if not you.
-from Love’s Been Good to Me, 1979
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