Elegy III

(for L.V.T.)

The skin of your shoulders,
supporting your dress,
is severely flavoured,
passively displayed, beneath the sun.

O reinvent my sleep,
let me be a shadow,
hugging your slumbering body,
at the birth of a world,
apparently past, apparently present,
so cruel, so absent.

Anwar Al-Ghassani
March 30, 1995

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Copyright (C) 1995 by Anwar Al-Ghassani