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IF I MELT – Poetry, by Marja Virolainen

IF I MELT

MARJA.1.1MARJA.1.1If I melt fusing in the rain, and the window see the nightjar, before sleeping when you take off the white shirt, open window: it’s me, scalded wings, flourish in your eyes, I support your neck burning, a soft laugh, whispers, I open my wings on your chest, I close them, I land in a breath, on your stomach burning, love, I’ll stay on your lips.

(Marja Virolainen)

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