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November 10, 2015

Have I betrayed your legs, my heart, have I
deserted them to stand apart, alone;
or worse, have I myself suspended on
the satin clouds that crown your wreathed head,
my legs a yoke about your shoulders, feet
a pair of chains to gird your weighted chest?

I’m yours forever, heart of earth, beyond
the span of mountains, but I will not weigh
upon you always; I am yours, my soul
of stars, and though I am not whole I am
yours wholly: jealousy and future, bride
and family, your wedding arch, the tear
to find your laugh lines; I am yours, my heart.

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  1. November 10, 2015 1:00 am

    I love this portrait of Hera! I really enjoyed reading the poem 🙂

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