Monday, April 28, 2008

When I hear his name,
every hair on my body
bristles with desire.
When I see
the moon of his face,
I grow moist like a moonstone.
When that man
as dear to me as breath
steps close enough
to stroke my neck,
the thought of jealousy
is shattered in my heart,
which, sometimes,
can be hard as diamond.


- Amaru, Amarusataka 58

posted at 10:23:23 pm

J f Z
April 30, 2008   12:05 PM PDT
 
I like this. I hope you don't mind if I changed the pronouns on the fly as I read it.

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Glo'ri'a'na, noun:
1. An alternative form of "Gloria."
2. As "Americana" defines itself as artefacts of American culture, "Gloriana" consists of the artefacts of my culture.


   



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