bathsheba

how it was    it was

as if all of the blood in my body

gorged

into my loin

so that even my fingers grew stiff

but cold

and the heat of my rod

was my only burning

desire

desire my only fire

and whether

i loved her

i wanted her whatever she was

whether a curse

or the wife of Uriah

— Lucille Clifton

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