Summer part three

Tuesday, July 7, 2015

love of the poem

what do lovers whisper with the water



wave of ocean likenesses, 12, 21, the mayans




were close as the spoken language, and breath,



wholly, only the traveler of the course, knows



even silence a jealous above the cloud. 
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