How could I stave off eyes so awake,
sturdy and anchored in my own.
Salted hands left me a list of writings carried across oceans,
to smudge ash among my western thoughts.
Adding hints at what is real.
I cannot mind that you speak only for yourself
when I am left with spring on my skin,
softness in mind,
love on my fingers.

thank you for the books

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