Because Words Do Not Suffice
Your hands like that The grass The sun
Your lips like that The grass The rain
It was only that it was so green The smell of it
The rain that coiled around the grass The sun
that touched its roots
Only to lie there My nose furrowed deep in it
As if a moment can be left The smell of it deep
in the muscles In the veins
And underneath As the nostril quivers lost in the
touch of it Because we feel the loss of it Because
we feel the death of it
That too much rain will drown the grass That too much sun
will dry the rain That only in moments is love possible
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Susan Sherman
With Anger / With Love
selections: Poems & Prose
Mulch Press, 1974
