Poems to Minna - Part 16
Two walls, dizzy with rain-touch
And suffused with gaudily amorous sunlight,
Creep over a hill and meet.
And so do our foreheads touch.
Silence between hands grows into clasped music
Sprinkling our fingertips with attenuated chords of touch.
Our hearts weave low songs to this accompaniment:
So low that even silence cannot hear.
And suffused with gaudily amorous sunlight,
Creep over a hill and meet.
And so do our foreheads touch.
Silence between hands grows into clasped music
Sprinkling our fingertips with attenuated chords of touch.
Our hearts weave low songs to this accompaniment:
So low that even silence cannot hear.
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