Sunday, March 20, 2005

poem : 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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