@ atma anna christ

Once you send me a postcard when I was living in Paris of swimmers in line about to dive in the pool.

Once the dreams were reality every moment nothing else to desire or look forward

Once life was a poem we have been writing together.

Loving you was my rhyme

and your smile the harmony between the lines

Once we were in Paris together

and I had taken a picture of you pissing in a river

you call it the punk era

here now the sun is setting and Jupiter just entered libra zodiac

feeling the ethereal movement of your memory across my body

like the ocean of my long swim…


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