I Would Have a Woman as Real as Death

pain my star
of all times I remember
none of them
now I do
I notice the points
of light the shoes
the ballerina wore
through years ago
now I do
nothing like
the fish
swims in its sleep
the birds patrol that dark
ness that glows
in my shadow
look
back over the
years with you
I have
the final say
so of the kiss
which goes
so alone
which knows
its destination
so well
I
no sound
I
sang
with no
passages I give you
a real blue
song the mountains hold
under their foot
on the neck
of your voice
not mine
now I know
the echo
the two bodies no
sound at all


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© Ginny Stanford