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Ode to the waves of Syros (from Blooming)
In this hushed shore under my feet
Where the waves yearn for the dunes
I could not hope to touch desire
With my two bound hands.
In the beating heart of twilight
My fragile breath stutters
And falls away short of its dare
My lungs sprout flowers.
A couple reckless notes break loose
Koukla mou sneaks in my ear
From the inferno of your lips
I am the ocean.
Now I shall stain my gasping tongue
Ambrosia fashions a home
Blooming red in my collarbone
I push the skies up.
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