Tuesday 14 April 2015

NICOLE - PART 3 - by Phil Ricketts (2004)

You are my desert moon
My ochre sand
My wave crashing down upon me
an incandescent light

My Mona Lisa, too
My Eiffel Tower
The Taj Mahal at night
The sound of one hand clapping

My pyramid at dawn
my knight in armour shining
My tiller of the soil
The calling of the dawn.

I want no more than all of this
My heart, already overflowing
Would burst its dams
Would crash down its levees
Would fill to overflowing
Would flood me

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