Joanne Togati
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The night is a circle of round ripples from a sinking fish
A fish that was always a fish swimming its own current,
but to man it can seem a mermaid
and like most men who prefer not to swim the depths and face the dark layers of the agate waters
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I half lower my eyes
so you won't know me,
yet I know you see my skin,
a white washed gold
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Those august rays
From the round yellow dawn piercing in through the dusted glass of his window
The shore just feet away, lapping the sand
And the wind billowing through his brown curtains brushing against my cheeks
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They cried to think of love
for love was no more
every heart once bound by truth
yet truth was no more
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Nature filled my breast when
I was 12 and full of 12 full moons
heavy like a silvery granite within the mountainface
closest to the earth as if hiding by its mother
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Peculiar minds
the most peculiar kaleidescopes of
worlds upon fantasy, upon reality, upon
the unknown.
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You came across this watering hole
Running from rain clouds
You were driven here
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My mouth is pierced by the needle of civilization
Forcing me to endure already more
Than one open wound
Stitched closed by the threads
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When you finally find that person that has eluded you,
after the toil and tears and countless illusions,
do you admit it to yourself quickly?
When each part of it rules your thoughts and mind
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Joanne Togati Biography
BA of English Literature Brooklyn College 2006 Awarded Academy of American Poets Award 2002. I am an opera singer and intuitional healer in Miami, Florida.)
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To You
To You
Your touch
brings simple revelations
Lips talking kinship
To my ears and
Eyes whose vision
My life repairs
Our breathing is
My inhale
From your exhale
A silently enscribed ring
It was once lost under a hill
Of browned grass
Dried up like the stalks of figs
Somewhere then
clinging to the dust
And over my then agressor's tomb
So I took to you,
Like the sun onto my fiery head
Such whispers that waxed enchantments' flame
When you spoke them to my then almost defeated heart
It would have been 5 years to the day
That I warily searched
My charred surroundings
For this gift of union
This is the situation I've learned to run from
For fear and excitement that these words have not yet been spoken
In such rare form,
But to you they go like willing soldiers to their deathbed
You,
It is you I speak this to
Even though my skin has been brushed with
The pomegranate seed
In the dream-vault that was my life
I carried such sadness like sacks of heavy flour
For years
Leaking traces in lines behind me
Leaving their white so that if someone was aware
He could find me
But no other man did find the way
To trace that single line others walked through
Erringly,
Soon distorting its once noble path
Unlike them, you performed my impossible
Thwarted only by ignorant hesitations
Of not allowing my heart's rule to be heard
Yet to speak those words
That are to love,
What an emperor is
To his empire,
Is the blooming
Of the united empire's soul.
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