Homage to The Ballad
She was soft and sentence.
My own sleeping speech awoke her.
There used to be plush velvet items where
now appears lifelike finger explosives.
I sip from tin coffee cups
the flavor of her past mouth.I take comfort in and make love to
Tomaz Salamun’s mother beyond
the graveyard gates. I hope Tomaz
does not follow nor regret
her exposure in ghostly patterns
upon my flesh. We share this space
and perhaps Tomaz would sigh.
I am in love for the next time in my life.
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