while
the night's foggy breath blur your horizon,
painting a seascape of utter mystery
the tamed breeze brings your song to my ears
in hushed tones and nourish my famished soul with saltiness
the mournful fisherman delicately cuts your
fluid skin with the glide of his banca –
a sensual unzipping of a dark, silk dress
a droplet of tear from my weary eye creates a ripple
that will drown scores of melancholy anchored in your shore
even for just a while.
30 september 2004
thursday
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