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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Beyond Tomorrow Your lips offer me meetings that never arrive, And in their echo my silence greens into red. I navigate toward you—like the sighs of heavy sails, Flirting with the colors that sound in the mute horizon. Where is decision? I've surpassed time backward, I've surpassed the place that lived in my veins, tomorrow-yesterday. I step inside the morning—the path filled with forgetting, My shirt drowned-dry from the dew that burns. My hand in your arm—where is the gain of loss? Do you fear it? We gift the world wise-wandering. I love you—on this side of imagining, on this side Of nearness, on this side of the stories of our love. Chisels melted you into shape, and carried Into your hair the white moon carbonized in flames. I tamed your wild breasts, and they grew humbly proud, Too humble for hatred, refusing to rise. You are the sky buried in the earth that flies, The hour flowing from future toward birth, You are the whisper of the howl from smooth stones And you wear, my love, hair woven from black light. You are the weeping of joy that doesn't know how to fall, yes, And you dislike when I whisper your name by staying silent, Whenever through my veins you climb descending deep I feel in darkness your sonorous, translucent fingers,. I see in my palms your shoulder that disappears present, Could it be true that you are the solid absence?.. Could it be true that I've lost-found forever The liquid crystal Sunday from which I forgot you...?
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