A bronze Italian woman; Claudia
lying on her stomach in the barn,
her soft shoulders moist in the white light
of morning. I had heard her in the breeze
that moved above the sphere, saw her in the
silent stars that filled the sky. To taste
that fruit, the wine, olives, purple flowers
opening, to sense the surfaces
the Sun reveals to me. I always knew
I loved her cause I couldn't put my mind
on anything beside her once I had
perceived her there. Her stomach on my palm
rose and fell, the warm blood in her skin
flowed through her legs and arms back to her heart.
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