mort mot juste

janeiro 18, 2011

coat of arms

water boy, you swim
the heights, the tallest
rocks and blades, traces
of you drop, transform
into my late, worn
trance you
take a dive, swallow
into the unfamiliar
body, my safe: your hands and
wings as rivers,
eyes in crests
my coat of arms removed: this yellow
plume of you
hammering a deaf ocean
beat against my drums, shields of
silvering drizzle and sweet
spit, soft now, my wants of
trembling do prevail,
the one,
the single gush, and i was
you: we were beautiful
we were beautiful once.

maria 10:52 PM 0 vociferando estavam

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