Daniel Moro: half-tamed

                            (for Juniper)

i want you to see me when i am old enough to forget my name
i am forgetting it now but i will always remember yours
in the spring i was floating and tactical in the fields of summer
airy and winded, bronzed and sixteen
oh i was a hymn
then there was the darkness and the long dead river
and i stretched my palms out for want of stigmata
and found rest in the cradle of your mother’s night sky song
and i fell asleep to the tune

Daniel Moro

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