You slipped a poem under my door —
this is how poems once came to me —
There was a ship sailing
We had died together —
Later we talked.
You were yourself.
I was mine.
Our voices were like coral.
You slipped a poem under my door —
this is how poems once came to me —
There was a ship sailing
We had died together —
Later we talked.
You were yourself.
I was mine.
Our voices were like coral.