Dripping Poem by Eli Spivakovsky

Dripping



sparkling rubies drip from her open body
she saunters to the open window
and they fall onto grass and become redest rose
little stones
so little
they almost fall through clasp hands

He remembers her lips
He recalls her touch
He gives her jewelry from the rain
falling
dripping
the diamonds flash
she is given a wide variety to choose from.

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