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my feet are deep red roots
by Peter Hsuthere is no flesh
of my crippled bed
that is not
etching your name
into my dreams
of living
on the milk of war
that slowly stains
my silk heart
hopeless
but
you are the color
of my sky
my eyelids
my mouth
and i drink the sea
because it tastes
of the question
"en ma vida
cuando usted lloverá?"
and my feet are deep red roots
longing to twine
around your calves
and i drink the sea 07/13/2007 Author's Note: before sleep.
Posted on 07/13/2007
Copyright © 2026 Peter Hsu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 07/13/07 at 10:31 AM I really enjoy the vivid imagery and the metaphors are wonderful. I can assume since that you used Spanish that perhaps the person of affection is Spanish as well? One thing I am unsure is the ending, I see the repetition, but maybe missed the point...~JPP |
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