by Eleanora Day
it took me so long to read this
holidays and all
but, as with the others, it is a whisper, on the edge on sleep, that lulls me into dreams of splendor and peace and bottomless love and tenderness.
My favorite verse:
~I see them in your eyes. I dream you. Our night
is hush and sigh, our secrets big as sky. Recline
Amante, here in one thousand points of light,~
Our night is hush and sigh
I love that
muy bueno mi querida
Gracias
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 38,000 poems.
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