Blessed john paul, pray for us.
I breathe you
Day and night I long to touch your hand
and see the shade of your hands. How
those hands would turn red while I press
every finger and thumb locked into mine;
If only your hands…
The sky has took you in – faceless as I am
I wonder how you’d shave the beard in your jaw,
how you’d trim the mustache close to your lips,
how you’d smell the fragrance of my neck,
how your eyes like agates would look at me now.
I crave your lips, your tongue, the air of your mouth.
I wish they would touch, riotous, if sea and sky!
They merge in space with swift glory,
after the tombs fall.
My grief is solemn as white water
because you are everything to me
Seething flesh, handsome imagination
Different rocks and hues
How would you take me then –
if my times…
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