Kinga Fabo Poems

A pair of glances intersecting.
Between the two the image dances.
Only between this pair of glances
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I'm not a city: I have neither light, nor
window display. I look good.
I feel good. You didn't
invite me though. How
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Soul would perish or body?
Or both simultaneously?
Or would two different deaths
come separately and catch?
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1.
Is it detached or all-forgiving?
We need a passport to get through.
It nods us past in quick succession
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Open, the sea appeared asleep.
Carrying its waves.
A pulse under the muted winter scene.
Throwing a smile on the beach.
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Ripens sweet fragrance,
makes its fruits grow and gain weight -
as the Moon's mask grows.
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He asked about my favourite scent.
Then left.
Now I'm singing, being
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You sit me down. Make my bed. For me. For you.
For her. The way she swings around. Sways. Bows.
Let's say: I'll tell you. Let's say: You'll listen.
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As if oozing from the the edges of
fissures.
Couldn't get beyond the stains.
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How many women!
How much time you've been given.
How many borrowed charm's been shattered around.
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