Deborah Leipziger
Brimming
I am filled with you
your incantations
our longitudes and latitudes
your
aurora borealis
green
across night sky
your E.E. Cummings
and my Neruda,
yes yes yes
bridges we crossed
like blue-lit bones
the grasshopper in my house
on the summer night you arrived
The moaning moon bathing
I am filled with you
