Tuesday, March 23, 2010

My Poetic Mother

I passed her in nature;
I became her heart.

I shrank in her veins;
A quivering leaf;
My mind was her relief;

I made her free;
She was my naked mother tangling with the sea;
There was peace around this human star who had an incredible sense of touch;

But she was just a ghost in a skirt.


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