The En­counter

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You came to the side of the bed and sat star­ing at me. Then you kissed me—i felt hot wax on my fore­head. I wanted it to leave a mark: that’s how I knew I loved you. Be­cause I wanted to be burned, stamped, to have some­thing in the end— I drew the gown over my head; a red flush cov­ered my face and shoul­ders. It will run its course, the course of fire, Set­ting a cold coin on the fore­head, be­tween the eyes. You lay be­side me; your hand moved over my face as though you had felt it also— you must have known, then, how I wanted you. We will al­ways know that, you and I. The proof will be my body. LOUISE GLUCK

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