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you ask - what camels haul in their saddle-bags
they carry my heart across the desert
since you left me
I remain alone
under the yellow sun
the earth is scorched and human hearts are
hollow the source of tenderness beats not for me
sometimes I see you
but with my outstretched arms
touch only
my thought about you
you ask - what camels haul in their saddle-bags
they carry my heart across the desert

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yesterday I wrote poems just as today
I dispense kisses my kisses have become
cheaper poems grow more and more scarce
poems I now write only
when the flower's color hurts me
or when a bat
flying through the night
touches my cheek
I kiss in every season
I kiss those randomly met
students doctors poets
they then write poems about it
just as I dispense kisses
by handfuls
carelessly
rashly
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it's we who give birth to males with their strong palms not from a smile
but from pain and earth - smelling the way mown grass smells in the
July sun
in our entrails' deep canyons
there are moss-padded nests and there are baby birds
and the mystery of existence occurs there known to no one
and the layers of prehistory grow unrecorded
above our foreheads renaissance after renaissance floats, golden clouds
before our eyes the Middle Ages kneel lost in thought
while we quiet like Mary humbly accept
the thirst of our wombs and our arms' destiny

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so lightly we move from embrace to embrace
from our open arms
the sun steals out
to circle the earth
and bring about daylight
the surging sea forms our interior
and flotillas sailing away into the future
rock at anchor
under the arch of our knees
within the crescent of our raised feet