domingo, 16 de outubro de 2016

friend

friend.  this
is the word that
is my candle, my
winter sun, my
sky.  not 'lover',
'father', 'mother',
closer perhaps
to 'sister'.  i can
say 'vente, hermana'
but leave the shutters
open for  my
friend.  parade of
desert horses along
 a cliff. crest
of light. how
 you appear
coming in from
a thundershower,
or the eye of the
storm.  tattoo
on the nape of
the neck. s/he.
wind blowing us
together.

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