Thursday, July 12, 2007

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Poem - Poema

Icy shudder running through fire
each
includes as looking nervous, anxious and hurried
looking for something or someone lost in there
opens doors framed
veins runs
old wounds healed with impunity fingered
pain
forgotten that a child was felt another
born at one point, as a wave
in a green and calm lake
born at that point where I rub
fingers that smell sweet and sour
and from that low point , runs up
anatomy, physiology
touches down between two neurons
that three years ago not
brushed away
pause Chills
scratch with claws of ice
while under his touch
I shudder and then just smile.
11 July 1907

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