Pale Lines!
my Love
Please!
You can give me back That Shadow?
Clouded into his eyes
Maybe you forgot where you kept.
It's right there!
Much overcasted, but enchanted
you do not see!
Small shadow, curve
line pale
between my breasts!
Remember?
Was his Ecuador
Above, semi-Sahara
lower Tropical
your topography took shape on me!
My geography!
Sustained in your eyes
I'm a line joining two points
Line rail, that leads and back
Am limit water
Line common to both surfaces!
I am
The paths in the palm of your hand!
Mirna Morgan
poem by Mirna Morgan
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