sheathed moons ago,
cruel shoulder grabs you.
scraping every second,
ungodly awful dawn
biting kiss that escapes.
I count the days I returned
you even before you leave.
Give me your eyes once more,
sweet light that feeds me,
expect furious balm.
you going and go. Nothing
be what it was, I
seed and flower
new.
(of Online Mares, Ed Sial, 2008 )
Image: Eugenio Recuenco
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