Read Poem: A chant in pen, by Cecilia Michelangeli

I etch it in parchment,
now I can calque it in cement
– I meant it, though parched,
since I chanced upon
you – you are
panacean penchant
for me. Me, in
chanting phase,
change of pace.
You enchant apace.
For once,
benevolence bends valence,
hence
be set-in.
Besetting bed-wetting
of a love still young,
or above, still, yang.

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