should be clear
those waves breaking against the horizon, medium
die that sun, red as blood
clear that blue sky, awash with stars.
should be clear the wind in your hair lover
and take off from there, from the edge of the nostalgia,
remove these palms drunk
lunar shadow and gradually forget heart.
would have to leave the memory of you aside,
soul out of the pores of the body. Forget that dress
rocked by the desire to flee to the mountains
behind you and forget gradually
heart.
August 14, 2006
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