Tuesday, April 12, 2011

POEM: "À Jolie"

À Jolie

Yes, I did love her body
As now I love her shape
Up the tides that flow
By and down a signal

Precious like shells
From unlit depths
I listen to it right now
Sorrow at the end of beat

Tomorrow streets
Swept of yesterday
No chance to get it back
That beach or that life

Taking her body again
Brown ears behind black hair
On her stomach sleeping
O her ass I remember.

© 2011 Rob Schackne

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