Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Change

new city is beautiful,
but not mine
the waves
are not the rise and fall
of your sleeping chest

your small breasts
more beautiful than
the golden crest
fleur de lis
nothing to me

like the
the landscape
of your olive skin
fertile garden
I belong in

Here, I plant my seeds
singing, "temporary!"
planting to
prove to you
my love.

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