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No one could, like her, have sipped the rose
that traverses her as gently as a breeze
without giving up the ghost, from the nape
of her neck down to her thighs down to her
heels the universe stretched a red magnetic
wave out dripped the sea upon her
face, upon her breasts, the great gentleness
of the eyes was wearing the seal of the strength,
the sunk shadow of the rocks on the seabed.
You begin bleeding as soon as you awake alone
as if you killed the beast that always waylays you
on your way up to the summit when her fingers
touched the other realm.
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