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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