vera incessu patuit dea

30 Sep

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vera incessu patuit dea

 

I want to swim your name

in a tender, nearly mute refrain

but across these different coasts

certain sentiments get lost

 

I love your smell

reminding me of pinot grapes

your fingers stroke my neck

wet from the bath, as rough as dates

 

But now, no more attempts to rhyme

I’ve always preferred my verses free

this sonnet to pass along your sine  

written on a dime to magnify your mystery

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