It is getting late. I don’t have tooo00 much to add to the world at this moment, so I offer a favorite poem by Derek Walcott instead.
Love After Love
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
Skin: LAQ Linnea *NEW
Dress: Decoy Sophie
Hair: Exile Liu Whiskey
Location: Lost World