Protests too much

How many times has it happened that two people,
shored up in their separate hurts like stony-walled castles,
find themselves thrown together, and they say:

“Oh, I don’t believe in love”
“No-one can breach MY high walls”
“Hah, I’ll never fall for THAT again”

Only to find that suddenly the space between them is gone,
That their hands, their eyes, even their very breath, has betrayed them,
and they have fallen into a kiss?
What does a muse look like?

(August 2007)

because the Bay is beautiful

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