Lady Purites
look un-foolishly at gold
at yellow
at yearning
at the tails of comets
is that the glow
I see disappearing
beneath the water
mouths closed, forgotten
the scent of flowers
perfume fish
song-lines of water sung
held thereafter
in the silence where once
a dark Cherokee counted birds
hung helpless from clouds
their eyes tortured
each turned away
an incandescence forged
into memories
Fernando's implacable ash
dreams unzip, replicate
delete, disavow further additions
substitute, and the sensualities
like warm feathers covering
the heart of a small bird
to feel like the warm hands
of a stranger that is somewhere
walking toward you
in pockets his fingers
already curled into a cradle
and you like sinking
into solution
saturated, must find
a place to breathe
pure things again
apply heat only gently
are silent and dense
like the stones hidden
in clear water, that once
felt your small feet on them
as you passed
as you set your arms
like sails to trap
the night wind
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