Jonathan Finch
NEVER NOW
The closing blinds,
each closing now
where the sun is estranged
and the goodness binds
to itself a closed vow
never now,
and the heart
is a thrushed hope
threshed at the end of a rope,
broken of limb:
Such cacophonous complaint
is a corkscrew-rim
where all love’s a feint
and the ultimate sin
is confessing love.
Therefore, midnight in,
I shall loathe you, Katharine.
(from “”Love” Poems For Kathy / Green. Laced. Leaves”)
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