The Beach at the foot of Cook St.
-Gillian Cornwall, c 2010.
You have become my record of time passing
as every hour rings out your name
your face
your scent
your passion
Your body mapped in memory
providing passage to the dream state
where I lie beside you
talking and tasting
and drinking you in
Thirst gaining as you are gone
with the rising of the sun
You have become
my record of time passing
-Gillian Cornwall, c. October 9, 2002.
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