Kinga Fabo Poems

A pair of glances intersecting.
Between the two the image dances.
Only between this pair of glances
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I'm not a city: I have neither light, nor
window display. I look good.
I feel good. You didn't
invite me though. How
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Soul would perish or body?
Or both simultaneously?
Or would two different deaths
come separately and catch?
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Ripens sweet fragrance,
makes its fruits grow and gain weight -
as the Moon's mask grows.
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Open, the sea appeared asleep.
Carrying its waves.
A pulse under the muted winter scene.
Throwing a smile on the beach.
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Is it detached or all-forgiving?
We need a passport to get through.
It nods us past in quick succession
...

You sit me down. Make my bed. For me. For you.
For her. The way she swings around. Sways. Bows.
Let's say: I'll tell you. Let's say: You'll listen.
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As if oozing from the the edges of
fissures.
Couldn't get beyond the stains.
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He asked about my favourite scent.
Then left.
Now I'm singing, being
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I was getting down
to basics,
when the telephone
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