Poem Number 23112

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there is a violent tenderness i push upon her,
against the long shadows of her black hair;
sex of her lips; the space between kisses,
comings and goings.
`
this baggage of limbs and faint
remembrances is the wax of the flame,
a shadow of tenderness
which her hair beats against.
`
there are still some particles of
memories in my hands which deny life,
but never
you.
`
raul
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Very interesting and sensual poem but I would suggest not using the vision of "hair" in both 1st & 2nd stanzas, give us a different focus of her.