Unlyric Love Song

It is time to give that-of-myself which I could not at first:
To offer you now at last my least and my worst:
Minor, absurd preserves,
The shell’s end-curves,
A document kept at the back of a drawer,
A tin hidden under the floor,
Recalcitrant prides and hesitations:
To pile them carefully in a desparate oblation
And say to you “quickly! turn them
Once over and burn them”.

Now I (no communist, heaven knows!
Who have kept as my dearest right to close
My tenth door after I’ve opened nine to the world,
To unfold nine sepals holding one hard-furled)
Shall – or shall try to – offer to you
A communism of two…

See, entry’s yours;
Here, the last door!

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