Incomer


Your boundaries bind my tongue
jonglisto
language pools like mercury
trapezo
each dropped word dark-eyed
ekvilibro
or a silvered possibility
vi
we translate unknown coasts,
fali
measuring my depths your hands
plezuro
flying fish or fluttering bird
murmuro
rephrase my throat, speak other lands.

Mary Gilonne

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