Amante XIII

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Part 13 of the 15 part series

Updated 05/12/2022
Created 06/22/2004
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Amante feel my fingers press,
navigate the landscape
of your spine. I settle my hair
in the hollow of your bones,
whisper comfort between ridges
of rib, rub your neck to ease.

Hombre cansado, I brush care
from your forehead, gather you
to me as earth accepts rain
and drowns, Amante, to grow anew
in cross currents of bliss and need.

I do this mi dulce not having
known the crash and clatter
of memory drawn in scars
that make you stretch
in predawn prayer for mercy.
Time bends men and even
the strongest trees.

Caídas de la noche.

I am your empath when every muscle
cries to heaven and we share ache,
yoked in burden and refuge,
inhaling promise, exhaling yesterday.

Sueño querido.

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LeBrozLeBrozover 16 years ago
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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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AnonymousAnonymousabout 19 years ago
Beauty

This is a big bowl of homemade comfort.

WickedEveWickedEveabout 19 years ago
Darn it

You made me cry! :) This so beautiful.

BooMerengueBooMerengueabout 19 years ago
Eleanora

These are sooo wonderful. Thank you.

TathagataTathagataabout 19 years ago
You

make these seem so effortless.

Like the pen transmits your thoughts and writes them down in honey.

so smooth, I love this series but I suppose that's no secret by now.

Thank you

palabras hermosas

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