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Show Santa Fe: a rain chant Mil gracias, amiga your body divided across me a river, brown and in flood rushing around a boulder. I'm not ungrateful - your grace deserves a witness, your dance cries for melody, your breasts leap free, perfect quarter-notes. How can I refuse it, the harmony. Cara mia, corazon how are you so like touching adobe? You sun-warmed cathedral with swallows flitting near the bells of your waterblack eyes. You cry out from your body's center, your voice is a thousand does giving birth in the folds of the rich, brown hills. The mountain, you are near the peak, the path is gone, you fall, the spell the well of air, the water-mirror washed clean, the clouds are broken, you weep a warm and endless hush. |