POEM WITHOUT RETURN
No, I won't
copy your face nor
your stony smile
no, I won't carve
your perfume into this
rock painting nor
will I make your name known on the day the sea gives up its dead
but I promise to love you forever on the dead wings of Zeus
or in the waters of Poseidon
as long as time allows
that your smile
doesn't crucify me.
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