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by Sharmagne Leland-St. John

Yesterday when words were warm
your porcelain son would listen
to the moist secret rhythm
and picture wet velvet mornings
embrace and celebrate
some sacred angel
pierce and bleed perfume
then linger
in translucent time


we share something white
through dream song
butterfly wings
whisper peace
tell winter where
wild storms take
morning love
in summer
pretend together
to understand


She listens
to the silken
whisper of wind
the naked rhythm
of tantalizing
moon song
in the eternal
night sky

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