We stayed mute and disloyalbecause we were afraidI would have touched my fingersto where your breasts had beenbut we never did such things

how can I reconcile this passionwith our modestyyour calvinist heritagemy girlhood frozen into formshow can I go on this missionwithout youyou, who might have told meeverything you feel is true?

and they still control the world, and you are not in my arms.

If I could let you know - two women together is a worknothing in civilization ha made simple,two people together is a workheroic in its ordinariness, the slow-picked, halting traverse of a pitchwhere the fiercest attention becomes routine- look at the faces of those who have chosen it.