Poezie

Watershed

1 min lectură·23 martie 2009

Mediu

For a split second

I’ll seep myself out

and leave your

veins’ rainspout

without!

-thundered the cross-legged fisher

so as to suffuse

the last breathing

of my waterlogged

fissure.

The best is yet to come

be sure to bind your corporature

against the next recessive dam.

Don’t reck of the tailing after flotsam.

This is your very surreptitious whim

the bottomless submersion

under your skin

I sipped at the obverse respirator

until I was to glimpse

- there floated

my own dessicated limbs.

Will I be such

of my own scarce avail?

Will these foolhardy far-flung

ever fail?

I’ll leave it up

to the searchings of my heart

as soon as it has floated about.

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Veronica Văleanu. “Watershed.” Atelier, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/atelier/veronica-valeanu/poezie/1828876/watershed

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