You,
a raging storm,
in ocean deep.
I,
a fisherman,
far from the shore.
Tag: love
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Remem-Trance
3 am:
Like an uproar of stray dogs
in the quiet, shady downtown;
irrational, wild, intense.
Your remembrance.
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Backstreet
Treading the backstreets,
On the hopscotch-chalked sidewalks,
And in the strings of strange Trennbare verbs
Of a stranger language,
I have often secretly tried
To trace your immaculate form,
Connecting the invisible dots
That lay all around,
Scattered,
Like silver mercury on earth.