43 I saw your eyes of blue, my eyes becoming blue -- Blue of the sighing height, the nude and whispered tide, My wet and hiding depth, the blue of missing you, Of lacking you -- as deep and high as sea and sky. I touched your flesh of light, my flesh becoming light -- Light of the blushing sun, the empty womb in spasm, My panic of the wound, the light of lone long night, Of wanting you -- as stunned and smashed as height and depth.







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IRENE CĂSAR
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