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On a Beach in Mexico

Updated on April 8, 2013
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I feel your weight in my trespassing hands,

alone in this deserted house.

I wish to unseal the silver urn,

as an archeologist searches a ruin;

churn through your bisque bones--

eyes and heart reduced to kiln remains.

Extinguished thoughts fed to the Pacific.


Now I sleep in your antique bed,

wishing I could shake the sheets

of your secrets, lay them under my ear

with your feathered pillow, call

them up in my dreams from buried silence,

rebuilding crumbled bridges and stone facades.


Lisa Dewey

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      daisyflowrs 5 years ago from Richmond, VA

      I read this over and over and get something new each time. I think of people I truly miss and feelings of sadness turn to memories of bliss.

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      Lisa Dewey 5 years ago from Far left of The South & Extreme west in my best imagination!

      Thank you, daisyflowrs.

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      daisyflowrs 5 years ago from Richmond, VA

      This is beautiful.