Last night your lost memory visited my heart
as spring visits the wilderness quietly,
as the breeze echoes the silence of her footfalls
in the desert,
as peace slowly, softly descends on one's sickness.
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As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
by Sandra CisnerosBecause I miss
you—I run my hand
along the flat of my thigh
curve of the hip
mango of the ass.—Imagine
it your hand across
the thrum of ribs
arpeggio of the breasts
collarbones you adore
that I ...