The bed we loved in was a spinning world of forests, castles, torchlight, clifftops, seaswhere we would dive for pearls. My lover’s wordswere shooting stars which fell to earth as kisseson these lips; my body now a softer rhymeto his, now echo, assonance; his toucha verb dancing in the centre of a noun. Some nights, I dreamed he’d written me, the beda page beneath his writer’s hands. Romanceand drama played by touch, by scent, by taste. In the other bed, the best, our guests dozed on, dribbling their prose. My living laughing love -I hold him in the casket of my widow’s headas he held me upon that next bes . Carol Ann Duffy
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The poet Edna St. Vincent Millay is known for her passionate love poetry, full of both romance and tragedy. This poem expresses the depth of love, the most difficult kind to explain, but not to experience. The poet focuses on the most important aspect of love, the passion between two people.

Source: The Worlds Wife

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