Flamencas


She with the falling hair,
falling on crystal eyes,
found the moon dancing
on top of broken glass
and turned with him all night.

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Black stars and a blind moon,
like a blank staring face,
look out a window
but beyond them I see
my love in his embrace.

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If my fingers were claws
and my teeth were sharp points
I'd tear my anger
from your sapphire eyes
and scratch your pearly voice.

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The moon has eyes, I saw
the moon see into me,
like when you're talking
and you suddenly stop,
sitting holding your tea.

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I had a golden ring,
more golden than the sun,
engraved with spirals
so helplessly entwined
that two became like one.


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