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another poet is born
I dreamed of
poems
and you
whispering
secrets of the night
eons
of stars stretched over
us like blankets
of ebon light
jealous of lovers
and lovers of poets
we ruled heaven
like gods awakening
into skin,
eyes of rain
filling
i tasted your salt
i tasted your blood,
i fastened myself to your roots
like a ball of earth,
triumphant with the spirit of the lily
and the rose
to rivers of stones
I give birth.
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