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June 4,2015

 

James Laughlin (USA, 1914 - 1997)

 

A long night of dreaming

 

and when I finally awoke

from it we seemed to be

 

back where we'd left off

some thirty years before

 

in the compartment of a

wagon-lit somewhere in

 

Italy loving and arguing

soft words and then hard

 

words over where we'd go

next to Venice to Rome or

 

better to split again you

back to him I back to her.

I Want to Breathe

 

 

I want to breathe

–

you in I’m not talking about

perfume or even the sweet odour

–

of your skin but of the

air itself I want to share

–

your air inhaling what you

exhale I’d like to be that

–

close two of us breathing

each other as one as that

 

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