Triolet With A Line Poem by Jean Sénac

Triolet With A Line

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Come walk with me under the low-slung stars
until the birds are buried again inside our blood,
sewn in with fishing line, leaving a jagged scar.
Come walk with me under the low-slung stars
while our love smolders like a thick cigar.
Our time swells and ends, fast as a flash flood.
Come hold me under the low-slung stars
until the birds are buried again inside our blood.

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Jean Sénac

Jean Sénac

Oran / Algeria
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