For Elizabeth Damico

I light my fag, a true bard

Roll my sleeves for a moment

To rest my head, lean

On your tropical island,

Sponged to your seclusion

Exposed, like you

From the inside

Where I do not count sunrises

Or sleep absorbed with love

I rest my head, uncalculating

Hearing the sounds of the planet

Fading a utopian loot

Interconnecting silver bridges

Toothed across the lacuna

As you, statuesque Elizabeth

Anatomical, dabs life mechanics

Down to my orbiting chair

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