Nov 30, 2009
my mind spins
unable to empty
itself of you
i was born
without skin
you say standing
in the doorwary
contemplating
the rain
remembering
yourself
an altar boy
among candles
gregorian chants
& the strange
sad music
of the homeland
you left at 19
long before you
met me on a bridge
between the Sahel
and the suburbs
beneath a sky
of crossed stars
you pierced me
with a kiss
like a spear
carried me
to a cliff
at the edge
of the canyon
and then you flew --
a naked peregrine
against a sky clouded
by smoke from a bridge
on fire below leaving
my skin burnt
to ashes Ii hold
in my naked hands
and my mind spins
unable to empty
itself of you
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