I stand between the sun and my shadow
my two loves, one hot
the other near.
One sister to thought
the other brother
to my body and earth.
She burns me and tantalizes
heady and aloof,
he lies and lies not.
When the cloud comes
comes the quiet,
the secret smile.
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About Me
- roberto kiam borderlineartist@gmail.com
- I live in a quaint, little town, plagued with the specter of speculation and commerce. I am trailer trash,with wishes for good dishes. I shoulda died long ago, but like a rescue dog, didn't. I am indescribably scattered. I speak three languages. I walk a tenuously, true path. I am lucky. For myself, for others. God, it is said, protects orphans, widows and the innocent.
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