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49.  Elliptic

Our season is unbreakable.
Nothing can stop
Honey from hexagon.
When your fists unclench and you see this
Not in the stars but in shadows
And the lines on your hands,
You will see me,
You will stop trackless,
Beautiful friend,
Naked in my candle light,
Bubbling in my poetry,
Shivering in my rain,
Lonely walk on the moon,
Our secrets almost weightless now.
Does it take away your breath
To find my heart
Still shaped like the cup of your hands?

poetry & photos © 2006 Rebecca Lu Kiernan

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