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Why have we belittled Love?
narrowed it to fit into a pink heart 
on a holiday card
where did we learn to stuff it into a box
topped with a bow
and weight it in measure with a coin?
Why do we not see, feel, know
that it is everything
desire, passion, endurance, strength,
tears, and romance, 
the breath of Life.

Why do we not dance with abandon 
for the sheer joy of it?
Sing with tears washing out faces
with emotions too numerous to give names?

Don't tell me
that it's the cold climate

for I have seen and heard the Northern Women 
Throat Singers
echoing life's breath and soul
upon each other's vocal chords.

How more intimate can you get?

                                      Eriana Letaine Marcus

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