circular poem

by Luminita Suse

I stood on tiptoes and draped
my eyes with his, as if

I were a spring, the bearer
of immaculate intentions

returning to the mountain
to curb and divide petrified

depths, wavering into
frigidity, unable to contain

geysers anymore, knees slid
on crumbling rocks, ignited

I stood on tiptoes and draped
my eyes with his, as if

Published in Emerging Stars Anthology, Beret Days Press, 2011


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