Lhasa Pool
by Wade Martin


I want to set myself down
in your deep pool
sinking into nakedness
as Spring sinks into Summer

drown the echoes of this cave we call the past
in the whispered sounds of your soft ocean

disremember all your faults
and caulk the crevices as we talk

and as we talk I hear my voice in yours
and yours in mine
like subtle hints of vinegar in wine

and perhaps someday soon we can rest there
in the tears below a forbidden city
in the folds of the tranquil Lethe
in Lhasa pool






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