Azul - Serena Bocchino
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for Serena BocchinoColor that spills in the twilight
like honey of night,
color the vessel of knowing,
the moonlight gold on the bed,
old glint of the goddess torn loose,
a cry polished by distance,
the ancient ship we sail on
through the dark passes.Color that joins the days
(two lovers twining
like trees by our window)
color the wine of the sea,
silence under our breathing
(color the heart)
clean as the sheets of our loving,
certain as stone, deep
as the well of our grace.–Pablo Medina