In this quiet aftersea
of beach and sky,
where my dreams
mingle with the clouds,
and clouds touch the sea,
your hair hangs down
sunwarm on my skin,
brushing all
my thoughts away,
and then, then, nothing
is found on my body
but this memory
of you.
Christopher M. Swan, “Song of Susan,” 2008
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