Its wet edge
the tongue of a river
will rejoice
in the full mouth
of heaven
It can never
recede
to the lie of distance
although I am only here
amongst all this air
this insignificance
but there are embers
in where I have been
where I am
where I want to be
We will rise
in the silent flood
of ourselves
In this glow
I will slide
under your skin
forever
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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