Wife

Wife’s importance lies in the other of  life

Not merely of the fire, seven times, round

As every year you think of  seven rounds,

In gold, in textiles, in dim-wit restaurants.

Wife-love is in the early day of a long night

A pillow night of fears, ghosts and the dead

As you turn to the left of belly fear in sleep

You hear her sleep, re-asserting your life.

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