No one else displayed their palm
             to the scalpel of her body
             to the mist of her departure 
             or understood her map
             was a geography of wind.

             An amazon of orchids floods
             the city of her promises
             while through the streets
             I strew the hues
             that never leave my eyes.

             ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

             I who want and cannot have
             her glance prolonged
             her silk unspun
             elusive skin transfixed

             I who give and cannot count
             the chimes unheard
             the kites set free
             the silver throats unstrung

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             I wait in my lonely form
             between artery and blade,
             in my lonely form I warn
             the jasmine of the snow.

             I wait in my lonely form
             between keyhole and spy,
             in my lonely form I haunt
             the mirrors of the young.

             I wait in my lonely form
             between lust and release,
             in my lonely form I dream
             an apple for the moon.

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             Her curve of beauty sets
             lost in lace of sea;
             I wait as a crow
             on a fence of ribs -

             as night hints gold
             beneath each tongue of leaf,
             I wait and watch

             too old to age too weak to kill
             as every lonely wing takes flight
             in a wind alive with stars


              

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