Melancholy Hyperbole

Poetry about longing.

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I Abandon to the Sensation of the Elements

Your thumb sinks into the clementine And a sparkling Sweetness Fills the room. But even the clementine pales Before your braid Of henna, mahogany, and rufous. And your face is the citrus moon That climbs over warm fortresses And the ravine Of secret provinces. I am their sad Nomadic thief. It is springtime, And I walk in the rain As the wind claws me.   Hon-Wai Wong grew up in […]

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