unseen hands(for Candice)

unseen hands
pain not spoken not written.
tied up in the dark i saw from the coast
that i was drowned behind the paper moon
Scores of dreams
to show to light
like the calm reflections
that land the sinners in the hills of silence
the wind was mine only
i reached the lines of winter
till your gaze was dripping with tears
reflections of lover ‘s harvest
of her color_ full breasts
bathed melancholically
in my spiritual veneration
as gifts of motionless soul
oriental serene beauty
full of scent salient
passionate like a fragrant
path into my skin
this grasshopper butterfly linen where in a moist shadow
carnal ruptures occurred

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