Stones, rocks unlabeled;
mineral bestiary at the bridge of my fingers when counting
grains of salt in
folds of the hidden rocks and
of your sex, or is
plexus is forced by rubbing the side of the heart
and armored with grief
to add to the loss column in your
the cloudscape body.
No response.
only lasts
fog in the morning when
takes the sun hovering over the river. "
Horizonte, no. Only fires that overwhelm
the vision of the stones, salt
diluted
almost tears.
March 14, 2009
© Gabriela De Cicco.
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