Joanne Togati Poems

To You


Your touch
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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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THE THIEF OF MY EYES WIDE OPEN
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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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