I blow so many chances
To be good to you but sometimes
I'm all over them and push
Back as if I'm delivering a baby
Something that can grow between us
So I can smell and taste you
Like a blossom in an animal's mouth
The long metabolism of love
With its four stomachs and its open
Fields and towns along the river
Sometimes standing there I can hear
Out of nowhere the clang
Of a metal hammer just once
Cracking the anvil of my heart
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