In that Light in that Night
She drinks Revelations with her fingertips.
I remember how she let her feet see her through
as she kept brushing her hands back and forth,
down the page and up again, her lips wearing
those words, and bluebirds in her dreams
from so long ago are no less blue.
She knew my face by heart. I remember
the paths in her palms and the sketches
she made; I leaf through them as they
fade: her face my face, flowers drawn
in the image of their scent, seashells
and conches and what she saw when
she swam in the syllables of the sea
in that light in that night.
from so long ago are no less blue.
She knew my face by heart. I remember
the paths in her palms and the sketches
she made; I leaf through them as they
fade: her face my face, flowers drawn
in the image of their scent, seashells
and conches and what she saw when
she swam in the syllables of the sea
in that light in that night.
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