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![Agora%20and%20Plaka%20[11]](https://elainestirling.files.wordpress.com/2013/02/agora20and20plaka2011.jpg)
You asked me how I’d like to celebrate
the day we met, as if the wild terrain
we share like foxes needs some kind of gate.
All right, let’s swim the currents of your pain.
Walk me slowly through your imperatives:
show me the caged beasts whose jaws clamp shut when
others find means to forget or forgive,
and let me touch those vows that never bend.
No masochist am I nor therapist;
details I don’t need, for all illusion
is the same, looping densities their gist
of pity in self-reflecting fusion.
Take me deep, love, beneath your chemistry
where Nature’s dance beats on, no cover fee.
~~~
The marketplace is a dim provider
amplifying echoes of demands not
met with pretense of supply, our driver
knows the faster route, the sweet perfect spot.
Ignore the chaos of before, no thing
from that jumble can be worn or borne, used
goods are only good when used to be’s bring
laughter or a thought, gently love-infused.
Source your merchandise from gods predisposed
to balance of trade that favours all, no
service give nor lend to latitudes closed
by self-neglecting attitudes. Just flow!
Trust the hidden springs of impulse to lift
the agora to reach your mighty gift.
© Elaine Stirling, 2013
Image posted by Georgios, 2011, at walkingtoursathens.com
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