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Jose Cabaleiro-Ascanio Poem
Ana has a secret.
Her body like a slippery corner
hurtful eyes
you can’t know
if she comes or goes
Ana has a secret.
What a sensitive conscience
mute hands don’t move
hair that flutters around her
from east to west
Ana has a secret.
Only the necessary word
and it’s slow
breaking up syntax
Ana a has…
a has Ana secret
secret…
silence
Copyright © Jose Cabaleiro-Ascanio | Year Posted 2019
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Jose Cabaleiro-Ascanio Poem
Gray bird of loneliness
crystallized in north and south
Figures of useless words
deep rainy bodies.
Lost November
lost oneself
after desired darkness.
Between those lips
starts my daily death.
Copyright © Jose Cabaleiro-Ascanio | Year Posted 2018
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Jose Cabaleiro-Ascanio Poem
Watch your step
you may get lost
if you get you lost
you may not return.
If this is love
I don’t know why the fear
and if I burn inside
my core will burst in flames
while in my own passion
I blaze, bite, sing, and cry.
Copyright © Jose Cabaleiro-Ascanio | Year Posted 2019
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