iy47ab (12/03/82)
inquiry
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You let my voice become your voice;
in tones like little birds, your words follow mine
until I cannot tell us apart.
Is this your body?
Is this your hair?
Whose ear is this? whose dream?
Our empty mouths fill with poetry:
Yesterday becomes tomorrow.
Arise, spirits! Like little sparrows,
we will fly off, leaving our winter bodies behind us.
Someone's mouth is remembering mine.
Is that you?
Sleep follows poetry.
Shall we crystallize our thoughts?
The naked light patterns the long lines of your arm
and gleams on the fingers.
Shall I allow these golden hands
to touch my hair?
Open your mouth, little bird,
and I will follow it with my own.
(c)1982 Valerie Polichar
....otherwise known as Lady Arwen of U.C. San Diego....