Deborah Leipziger


I am filled with you
your incantations
our longitudes and latitudes
aurora borealis
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



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