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a moorish man

against the red hills of marrakesh
enters the garden
like a moon

bends down and

takes her hand
kisses it

slowly
never moving his eyes
from hers

here

on the ocean
in the fall
the shadows stretch long down the sidewalks
gold light
blur of umber and sienna your

chalk blue eyes

making a
seafarer of me
in my boat of solitude

i rest

my oars
and will know when
you lift yourself

from sitting

and take my hand
onto your
mouth.



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the uneven land
Date: Sunday, 1st December 2002 @ 11:00:00 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: colette
in the tenth century
a moorish man

against the red hills of marrakesh
enters the garden
like a moon

bends down and

takes her hand
kisses it

slowly
never moving his eyes
from hers

here

on the ocean
in the fall
the shadows stretch long down the sidewalks
gold light
blur of umber and sienna your

chalk blue eyes

making a
seafarer of me
in my boat of solitude

i rest

my oars
and will know when
you lift yourself

from sitting

and take my hand
onto your
mouth.





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