Swan Pin Feathers
Monday, June 2, 2014
From The Telephone, Florence Rley Mastin
From the Telephone
Florence Ripley Mastin
Out of the dark cup
Your voice broke like a flower.
It trembled, swaying on its taut stem.
The caress in its touch
Made my eyes close.
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