| the master, teaching her the craft |
slancho
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The solace of being able to imagine herself happy - | 1 |
sliding off fertile waist his head, in a dervish, oblivious | 2 |
to moderation and pious prayers, | 3 |
the cracked earth swallowed him like a teardrop heaved | 4 |
in the belly of a unveiled monster | 5 |
on his knees before the face of a lion. | 6 |
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His shape in sun-feathered twilight: | 7 |
lips broken loose, eyebrows cast iron, | 8 |
chest, a tattoo mounted in the shape of a yes to evoke | 9 |
on his way through the monotone drumming of time, | 10 |
stunned, like a rock by the sea | 11 |
obediently receiving ablutions of salt on hot ash. | 12 |
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Dizzy with anticipation, her pupils pull him into her | 13 |
and all incorrigible sorrow falls into ruin, melts | 14 |
as she draws close | 15 |
to bring forth | 16 |
the white breast of his heart, | 17 |
cupped in her hands. | 18 |
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His body, washed into a scream, | 19 |
vanishes into quicksand; | 20 |
a woman cries on the shore - | 21 |
the wife of the man | 22 |
made out of a thousand islands. | 23 |
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