Oh the possibilities!
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For Jenni
She has the pale porcelain of innocence.
Fate has turned her titian for joy.
There is a gentle uncertainty in her smile
and every hope that ever was,
Hangs from her shoulders like diamonds-
made unremarkable in her shade
You wish for her, a merry dance-
long summers and an easy climb.
Days, the better for her voice-
turfing the clouds away with style.
Every day a dance.
Every dance a memory.
Every memory, a painting worthy of the wall.
Godfrey Talbot
Oct 9th 06
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I am you
Man half woman
Woman half man
And the two intertwined
in each of us androgynous
the limbs of one
around the limbs of the Other
clasping
my breast a vestigial remain
of yours
the heart a bivalve gasping
in a sea cave
(sound of sea waves lapping)
semen sea foam blown
into wombs of caves
thrown up
out of the body of being
out of the sea's mouth singing
(silent seabirds winging over)
And the sea incarnadine
As Saint Matthew's Passion
sung by a blind man
comes over the Sunday morning radio
And I am alone here
but if there were two of us
I would say
There is only one here
in the end as in the beginning
one body breathing
one body singing
And the body is us
the body is our selves
and I am you
Lawrence Ferlinghetti
