The Blood Of Your Sigh Poem by Patti Masterman

The Blood Of Your Sigh

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The blood of your sigh spoke through me,
The ink in the stain cried your name;
The longing of love soon immured me-
Immune to the loss or the gain.

The dust of time, it was blowing,
The space of our distance, it craved-
And never, oh love, would the knowing
Of flesh, be forgotten- or tamed.

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