I have a deep affection, she said, real
and enduring. I don’t lose my head to
it, nor will I be slave to love anymore.
It was all he could have asked for in this
brave new age of truth-telling, ever
more than he had anxiously hoped for;
and as far as he was concerned, it was
still the same breathless madness of 38
years past, still gravidly feeding his soul…
© I.D. Carswell 2007
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