Ink-Spring Ithaca Iguana

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After time’s erotive hands’ brushes have gone through you, I told my heart

You will be mended as your wounds get tended you will be mended again

And you will even with the scars you will be mended again and sing a note!

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As a gift a pebble heart almost a white strawberry

Stood on my way with a deep broken part beneath

I picked it up feeling the smooth that kept it together

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Believe you me when I say that these words

Come from the core of a fire that does not set

Off that does not stop but carries on calling  you 

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I am in the look out of the spring’s first rise

The sprouting grass that carry on resurrection

In a fight of yellow-green like you and I in one

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Is it I that cannot rest in my mind?

Or is it the world that goes mad in

Winter’s deepening sound of spring?

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Inim minim sinim son

I want to say I won’t tell

You are magnetic a flame! 

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I walk breathing the silk of wind feeling the touch of it

As it travels inwards reaching my every islandine cell

Yet I want to inhale you-fragrance more than I would air 

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Let me read this imsonimous book

Let me show you where the brooks

Make the best notes becoming wind 

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I drink a melancholy sun’s flow and I drink

It in a pining heart smelling the air that came

From the sea smelling seaweed salt memories  

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My hands are finite-reach

Yet oh how my soul wants

To extend them to reach you! 

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Talk to me talk to me

Only when you do it

Rains sonar sonar rain

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A word is a sonar grape

Let it sing out with the

Orchestra of your senses 

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Lost I have been in a timean loop searching for the right words that are

Equally capable of crafting diamonds of white lights like your teeth of

Snow-fire-songs: I give you singular and plural: lusimond! Lusimonds! 

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In this winter of your absence in this frozen cold of

The lack of your word-thermal touch I am still being

Silking out in snowflakes radiating brilliant a white!

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