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V. Mare Australe


09.09.16 Posted in today's words by

Marie Lecrivain’s most recent poem to appear here was “Vitriol” (February 2014).

V. Mare Australe
By Marie Lecrivain

This is where I come
,

when I don’t want
to remember who you are,
or what you did to me.

This is where I find
the cold heart that exists
beneath your alabaster flesh,
the precise icy wind

that evokes your magic touch

and awakens priapic intent.

And here is where I slumber
when the madness threatens
to engulf me
. The calmness

of your cool arms
grants me the only peace
I’ve ever known.



One Response to “V. Mare Australe”

  1. devon says:

    What an interesting turn this poem takes. Lovely & disturbing.

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