“In the Sun”

What fate calls you
to kneel here, hard-soft,
bound in sun-warmed stone?
What song,
softly stilled,
drapes its notes about your shoulders,
a light quivering caress,
breeze’s kiss?
Chest to chest, breaths mingling,
you murmur –
‘Touch me gently
Come,
let silk and water replace the sun.’
~ Marta Ziemelis. Written in Riga, Latvia, copyright June, November 2012

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