In saline silence
with lisp-the only eloquence
turned I the rosary of breathlessness
and through cracked, soiled and unsightly
bowl of my hands
sent out prayers to bathe
in musk of my breath on your skin
you undyingly wore
Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin
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