YVONNE MORRIS

Spanish Music

Again, your sweet, Spanish music kisses
begin tenderly violet on my mouth
and breed dark rubies on my neck,
fallen seeds of warm stone pressed on my skin,
a garden of fired sand.

Your hands are a sanctuary from doubt,
opening a voice in my deaf soul,
making melodies in all my known and secret places.
Your touch, like an insistent rain, wakes the waves
and springs the fountain's wings and blue fields.

And rising from a lake of diamonds,
every particle of me,
every note,
sings again on your lips.

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CHRIS CURRY

42 Syllables about You and Me

so much is involuntary
bodies against bodies
moving through space
soil and stone
rain and tide
bodies losing focus
where do you end
where do I begin
erosion of personality

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