Wednesday, April 13, 2011

sun on the waves

but teardrop,
velvetlike lips,
hands, palms;
at root level
a long bright
space- a wall
against every change
that descends in the night,
the waves that lap the island,
the hair that touches-
an interval of sway into
the heart clearly
loves the day,
but breathes the night. 

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