Passing Time

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Passing Time

por Maya Angelou

Your skin like dawn
Mine like musk

One paints the beginning
of a certain end.

The other, the end of a
sure beginning.

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One innocent spring
your voice meant to me
less than tires turning

We die,
Welcoming Bluebeards to our darkening closets,
Stranglers to our outstretched necks,

The eye follows, the land
Slips upward, creases down, forms
The gentle buttocks of a young

In what other lives or lands
Have I known your lips

You drink a bitter draught.
I sip the tears your eyes fight to hold
A cup of lees, of henbane steeped in chaff.

Her arms semaphore fat triangles,
Pudgy hands bunched on layered hips
Where bones idle under years of fatback

They went home and told their wives,
that never once in all their lives,
had they known a girl like me,

The sun has come.
The mist has gone.
We see in the distance...

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