Love On Lee

In the cup
of my hands-enfin réunies
i hold a huge
icicle
the iceberg of the world

the warmness of my blood
that passes through my heart
let it melt
& the ridge becomes round

love runs between
the fingers
& irrigates the word
love
is coiling up
so white swan happy to swim

but love can submerge-overwhelm
alas tokens are manifold

Jean-Philippe Guéant

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