... and not even the sea
will remember you-
shadow of your tongue,
torso of your nights,
sound of your eyes
give way to thunder,
laden the sunken wave,
exhaust the forces
that lent you to me.
All your long years,
the clatter of rain
and its meaning,
myth of wisdom,
my misplaced heart,
the bottle that kept
your demons captive-
cast away.
1 comment:
I love the opening to this one.
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