Poem For My One-Legged Lover, the Wine Glass, No. 50

Painting by Salvador Dali


Poem for my one-legged lover, the wine glass, no. 50


Our last meeting,
Two ashes touched.

I gazed at her,
But she did not see me.

I held her hand,
But she had no hands.

She wore black gloves,
Empty, filled with words.

I watched my embrace leave my body,
Stand with its face to the wall.

Although she is by me,
She is in a shop window.

My tears look for her tears,
My tears find themselves alone.


Duane Locke

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