A poem that I imagine is true

The ache of marriage

The ache of marriage:

thigh and tongue, beloved,

are heavy with it, it throbs in the teeth

We look for communion

and are turned away, beloved, each and each

It is levianthan and we in its belly

looking for joy, some joy

not to be known outside of it

two by two in the ark of

the ache of it.

– Denise Levertov

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