#sifar

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weimar 2017

[lifeinpoetry]

From distance, I swallow the rain down to its slowest blade and still can't / tell if I am the thinned silver of God's fallen tongue or its bloody song.

Scherezade Siobhan, from “Sifar,” published in jubilat

[penultimatestroke]

Somewhere, I can hold you close to me

Look in your eyes,

My fingers between yours

Our heartbeats rise,

We smile like kids

The grass will be soft and green,

In that somewhere serene.

Somewhere, you'll rest your head on my shoulder,

I'll rest my head on yours

Our backs resting on a boulder,

We talk, gazing at cloud of furs

Furs of pink orange red

Flowing in light blue sky,

Somewhere we might tread

Above those clouds, up high.

~words written for me by my lover when I specifically said not to

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