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Click hereUpstairs by the curve of lamp, Amante
on the bed, by the two satin pillows
and the pale golden head of moon, don't say
mi triste, no lo siento, these woes
that blued the sky past twilight reap the dawn.
Querido we go on, a miracle
caught in your hands, and I am never gone.
Nunca! For I have fallen to your will
and mouth, wingspread and worn upon your skin,
dark beating on your tongue where I am whole.
I know your muted whispers from within
night sung al cielo. Here is my soul
lain on your life, caught in the teeth of sighs.
Muted. Our breath. Silence and star-crossed cries.
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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Haven't you released this as a poetry volume?
I'd buy it.
But on second thought, LitE might be the perfect medium to those who rarely buy poetry books.
You are officially the best poet I've ever found. My eternal gratitude.
can find the words to express what I feel when I read these.
I see them being written hundreds of years ago, on parchment with a quill by a woman of noble birth about her young lover.
they capture a sense of time and timelessness if such a thing is possible
vivid images from tongue tossiled words in a rythym smoother than a silken flowing river on a journey of words that amazed me <grin> very nice poem!