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Date: Tue, 25 Oct 2011 15:23:05 -0500
Subject: luisa at the umbral of the mountain


"mare"

to race
myself
we bet ourselves about my gallop
thighs
the breadth of my quarters
their haunch
the wind capacity of their exhausted
heaving,
lapped, tracked,
clinked glass
grated pant
collapsing.

you
Hand flutter
the hooves away,

brush opaque salt
off forgotten manes,
lip
for sugar.

Skip. Skip.
Skip stone skips
my short leap
of wanting
of one bridge
another

stone and beads
to link
drop
hop tranquil
whip

a rein
to separate

my island skins my arching

garland spine a
bomb
colored petal difference
because de noche soy
because
De noche soy
the mermaid at the mast,
a monster of a song called
shipwrecked flotsam jetsam

your water colored tumbling from
the mountain .


geographical rips in hide
of ancient delusion

How to tiptoe on the moccasin sky?

Threshold soy
tu streak
of coral lightning
my dividing
cielo mare
of
wound

of limb bolt wants around
to know my spirit limbs
I kick your heels
I spur your tuck until
I run
your lock
and soy
my own
opacity

eclipse me
into mare
of night
of self
de noche
soy
myself
to race
me.