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LETTERS TO INAMORATO
1
The moon is a glass.
I place, at its bottom,
a turquoise bound in
latticed silver…
You tell me, Inamorato,
that promises don't
wax and wane.
2
The sun offers a pitcher of wine.
Let us drink then, Inamorato,
the new gold together.
3
My sister embroiders
blue flowers with satin leaves.
Chain stitch and lazy-daisy.
Teach me, I whisper to her--
in every chain
my fingers are bound in thread
where each tinted weave
on the light cotton spread
is a letter to Inamorato.
© Jagari
The moon is a glass.
I place, at its bottom,
a turquoise bound in
latticed silver…
You tell me, Inamorato,
that promises don't
wax and wane.
2
The sun offers a pitcher of wine.
Let us drink then, Inamorato,
the new gold together.
3
My sister embroiders
blue flowers with satin leaves.
Chain stitch and lazy-daisy.
Teach me, I whisper to her--
in every chain
my fingers are bound in thread
where each tinted weave
on the light cotton spread
is a letter to Inamorato.
© Jagari
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