Saturday, March 21, 2020

Rp Verlaine writes

In the Echoes of Silence
for Theresa Lee

wanting to see
as if with your eyes
the time we spent together.

In the midst of strangers
who begged for nothing
but distorted amusements
we found easy to give.

Years later, alone
in a hotel in Spain
wine tastes like your lips.

With each new glass
I hear your voice
in the echoes of silence
I cling to.

For the immensity of mistakes
your tongue left in
my mouth...
to end all conversation
speaks to me now.

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