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Joyous Love Poem No.3
Gene Knudsen-Hoffman
Let all the drums
beat solemnly
somewhere else -
And you can hang
your satins and stiff brocades
on museum walls -
and toss all the silver and gold
and sapphires and rubies
into the sea -
I have need of none of these -
For tonight the sun is rising
behind my eyes and they shine sapphire -
and my hair feels fine gold
and my skin is satin enough
and the silence sings -
like Mozart.
