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a poem by Valentina Cano

You, In my Head

I still think you'll appear
from out of that cup of coffee.
All darkness and steam,
rolling out like an inverted Venus.
I wait for the shift in the air
where you used to walk,
the parting of curtains in my head,
the revealing of rooms
festooned in velvet.
I imagine it,
though your face has faded
like an echo.

© by Valentina Cano

Gutter Eloquence Magazine ~ Issue #22 ~ July 2012