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(4)
When I boarded
The plane,
My lips
Have gone
Dry,
And when
I passed
My tongue over them,
Your own lips
Have already drawn
near
Them
Erasing my anxiety.
(5)
I will be impeded
To be misunderstood
When I write about
you,
And I will be impeded
still to
Make out
What they are seeking
In my mouth’s
preoccupation
With you. |
(1)
That’s what
I have lost sleep
over,
While you are distant
in nearness.
(2)
It’s splendid
That we have not said
good bye,
And that tears have
not sobbed.
It’s splendid
That heart kept
Repeating
The molding of his own
seduction,
And that
Our lips
Are soaring into
A scudding cloud.
(3)
At the airport,
Faces
Are gazing at us both.
We should have
Carried
The odor of desire
In our palms.
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