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Mina Loy

Mina Loy

Love Songs (section III)

We might have coupled
In the bed-ridden monopoly of a moment
Or broken flesh with one another
At the profane communion table
Where wine is spilled on promiscuous lips
 
We might have given birth to a butterfly
With the daily news
Printed in blood on its wings.

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