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Petrichor 3

we breathe the same air
but I'm not who you think I am
someone else is wearing my face
writing poems
in your sleep

over the mountain, the sun rises
lifting heavy eyelids of earth
it is morning, the dance begins,
the abalone night has fled with
beggars and thieves

the white lotus opens to reveal
the Buddha of Compassion
rising in a gown of crystal skin

Icc peel the onions and crack the eggs
straighten out the closet
in which we hide our dreams.

you go now, my love, we'll meet
again when the day ends and
I'll be the goddess on your tongue,
coiling to strike,

you are the poem I touch with a thousand
sighs,
let us begin to rain.

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Comments

You do it again.

This is just SUCH a beautiful poem.

I particularly like your opening lines:

. "we breathe the same air
. but I'm not who you think i am
. someone else is wearing my face
. writing poems
. in your sleep"

And that closing is near damn PERFECT:

. "I'll be the goddess on your tongue,
. coiling to strike,
. you are the poem I touch with a thousand sighs,
. let us begin to rain"

What can I say?
I remain in awe.

Psyve

Your poems has always awe me since your joining at the old site. Psyve said it all. the poem has a beautiful opening and a near perfect ending.

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