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As You’re Leaving

ISSUE:  Spring 2010

At dawn as you’re leaving
your contours shucked out of night
a bright violin
your birch hips
taut strings
still vibrating.

Enveloped encased
by your touch
a cover of caresses
so sweet
I will not drift off into sleep.

Eyelids open wider
are now filled by a day
as bright as the white of an eye
and as pure.


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