Thursday, February 20, 2014

Valentine Day poem


i wish you could hear me
amid the rattle of the pushcart
selling fresh sugarcane juice
for you i preserve
nectar from my wound


i wish you could hold me
as softly as you place
white roses upon my grave
i'd drench myself in the rain
of your nearness


how many galaxies
have i traversed alone
how many autumns
decayed on your patio
how long must our dreams burn
without giving birth
to a planet

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