embraces

the volatile edifice of your last kiss
still living its death on my skin
is like one of those sweet pains of clay jugs
which, when hung in a nail,
know that the river will no longer be the same
next time it will embrace them

 

© 2014 Liliana Negoi

originally written in Romanian

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