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- POEM: To A Stranger
- By Lorna Dee Cervantes
- I was looking for your hair,
- black as old lava on an island
- of white coral. I dreamed it
- deserted you and came for me,
- wrapped me in its funeral ribbons
- and tied me a bow of salt.
- Here’s where I put my demise:
- desiring fire in a web of tide,
- marrying the smell of wet ashes
- to the sweet desert of your slate.
- My intelligent mammal, male
- of my species, twin sun to a world
- not of my making, you reduce me
- to the syrup of the moon, you boil
- my bones in the absence of hands.
- Where is your skin, parting me?
- Where is the cowlick under your kiss
- teasing into valleys? Where
- are your wings? In the neck of my secret heart
- where you’ll go to the warmth of me
- biting into that bread where crumbs crack
- and scatter and feed us our souls;
- if only you were a stone I could
- throw, if only I could have you.
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