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Love of Metaphor, Metaphor of Love

The elegance of words
Weaves and whispers your name
On the wind. In a smoky ghost
Of Difference and “différance,”
One of its currents curls
Over the allusion
Of an ‘other’ to another.
Like an egret
Atop a cypress stump,
The Symbol of flight awaits
The swamp of its touch.
No dumb waiter, the breadth of silence,
The current . . .
. . . A touch.
Your alpha and your omega,
It makes you the nothing ‘something’ you are.
And, it makes me love you.
Ccryder 1994