Galatea Weeps

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
To Stijn, a muse whose inspirationmirroed love's pure purpose: to arrive at the most propituous time, and leave when your blessing has been bestowed.

Submitted: May 02, 2008

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Not every moment
But still often enough
that it clings
incessantly
Your memory
I taste it
with the last flavour of
cinnamon and smoke
In my mouth you dwell
crystalline perfection
Breathe
I hardly dare breathe
lest I flutter even the
corner of recalling you
Lovely man
of sun-scorched Days
and briny tang
Even to claim you
for one glimpse
would still be too much
I'm selfish.
I, the Nereid
sultry concoction, birthed
of your longing
cannot compete with
your Mistress
Immortal and Ever-changing.


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