"Emerald as heavy as a golf course, ruby as dark as an afterbirth, diamond as white as sun on the sea."
"Then all this became history. Your hand found mine. Life rushed to my fingers like a blood clot. Oh, my carpenter, the fingers are rebuilt. They dance with yours."
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Source: Anne Sexton (1999). “Love Poems”, p.2, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
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