Joanne Togati Biography

To You


Your touch
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The night is a circle of round ripples from a sinking fish
A fish that was always a fish swimming its own current,
but to man it can seem a mermaid
and like most men who prefer not to swim the depths and face the dark layers of the agate waters
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I half lower my eyes
so you won't know me,
yet I know you see my skin,
a white washed gold
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Those august rays
From the round yellow dawn piercing in through the dusted glass of his window
The shore just feet away, lapping the sand
And the wind billowing through his brown curtains brushing against my cheeks
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They cried to think of love
for love was no more
every heart once bound by truth
yet truth was no more
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