Can you cure me of the sun
red, embracing and constant?
What of the horizon, distant,
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ANNE CARLY ABAD recently earned an honorable mention from On The Premises'contest #20 for her story 'Haze.' Her work has appeared or will appear in the Cordite Poetry Review, Dreams & Nightmares, The International Poetry Review, The Transnational (formerly PostPoetry) , Star*Line and Strange Horizons. Find out more about her at http: //the-sword-that-speaks.blogspot.com/)
The Healing
Can you cure me of the sun
red, embracing and constant?
What of the horizon, distant,
balancing, doorway to the sky?
Can you cure me of the time
Mother taught me to blow bubbles?
What of the wild indigo, naive
and honest, cupped in my hands?
Can you cure me of my dreams
prismatic, consuming and mad
with forbidden kisses, illusory
spaces, sudden abundance and affairs?
No one taught us to conceive beauty
in the fertile womb of our souls
but just cure me of all things beautiful
permanent, diminishing and dying
and I might face you sane
and I might stop holding my breath.