Falassarna
for Gina In the cradle of your palms lift the sea That shimmers with the sun over our heads, Dropping from your fingers, tracing your wrists, And whisper to me, again, how these waters Sculpt time,...
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The wet, still trance of the morning on grass Speckles the cool air as last night’s wine lingers. The empty wine bottle’s unlabeled glass Survived my fumbling, ever drunker fingers That traced...
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The smile flew from your face and replaced By furtive grins lost in the fences of words And worries. If but words could be chased Into willed smiles like flocks of autumn birds— The time you still...
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