Poem 1980 (6)

Another language

 

With snapping wind and heavy cloud
a scattered day
closes

My taut flesh not relieved
where kisses
leave their ache

Tonight earth lies cold
even for a lover
whose dreams are unbetrayed

These awkward lips
try to speak
another language

Words
fall
like dead leaves.

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