Sunday, March 20, 2005

poem : gitana

gitana



you aren’t yourself
when you are restrained
screaming out like a lion
when someone brushes against you

don’t be so hard



there is a song, somewhere,
with just the percussion
of drum and violoncello

you walk by, humming the melody



I keep writing about you
either poems are not enough

or you are too much



I take cover from the lightning of your body
still wishing I was full in your rain




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