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Bridges (For Fatima)

I meandered in a leonine grace
Supercilious with ambiguity
That terrorizes the smoldering scripts
Of the poetry that ferries me
And there you were on the other end
With a flair of a snake charmer
Or the hobbling of a belly dancer
Inebriating all my suffocations
By building bridges
To cross the angry oceans
Of reticent finagling
Now, you've touched
My regal delusions.

You are a lady of the desert
Dear Fatima, you are a topaz
In a chalcedony of coals
And that is all
That you are.
That was all
That you were.
A topaz dazing
My vision.

When the bridges halted
From craning to the creeks
And left an elegiac crooning
In the Levanter Wind

One last apology.

I'd burn our bridge, Dear Fatima
For you are a gilded rose
That has to be plucked
From the heraldry
Of inadequacies
And I had become
One of your thorns.

poem by Norman Santos
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