[Relaxation - MA Andrew]Your wrists are a war I am afraid of losing
the back is a duck pond,
the backbones, the songs it sings out of its body,
beneath the ear sits Krishna eating an apple
The mouth is an orchard,
the teeth a monastery,
your lips a rosary.
Your voice, a big man I would follow over any mountain.
My eyelids are closet doors,
my eyes are skeletons
-Anis Mojgani
(Some lines and stanzas not quoted in full)
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