Truth Poem by MARINA GIPPS

Truth

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Love: born of strange nights
that turned my hair white
in the odd light
of the invisible truth.

I wonder what we did till we loved?
I know I weaned you on my breasts
in dark lit hallways of sad dormitories.

Beauty and desire were only dreams
awakening us to the fear
of making a little room.
We abandoned old worlds
for our own maps
with permanently marked paths
toward final rites of servitude.

This was both of us-
the far off dwellings in our eyes
of yellow leaves.

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MARINA GIPPS

MARINA GIPPS

Chicago, Illinois
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