Thursday, May 20, 2010

Strep Throat, 3 Years Old, Bronchitis



50
poem

the forbidden fruit,

would put your name ...

to silence a pair of arms that you seek

the abyss of light, a lock with your lips

the fragile litany of the moon,

the desire of my hands


the color of a rainbow outfit wishes

the mirror of the brook, the kiss deeper

a newly opened jasmine

breeze in your chest

the fragmented way

ubiquitous memory bridges


to crystals of dawn,

the slave of the night dew

the stars of insomnia

Delta indecipherable your hair

the whole universe would, indivisible part

of arcane your eyes


to find an answer

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