Reading Cavafy Alone In Bed Poem by Joseph Stroud

Reading Cavafy Alone In Bed



I, too, remember the past, my room lit by candles,
and the night she entered and touched my face
with her face, with mouth and tongue and lips,
in the orchard night, in the odor of fruit,
her breasts — remember, body? — that room,
remember? — our cries, the flickering candles?

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Joseph Stroud

Joseph Stroud

California / United States
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