Tuesday, January 10, 2017

Opening

on the seams of my skin
longing's
cyclone lament

once we were hungry

face to face
hand in hand
an eye for an eye

admiring in the orchards

quarreling;
the moon hemmed
in the tallest branches

wordy memories of feasts

the soar of the sky
the sail of my cries
the crest of a smile

on the seams of my skin


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