Thursday, August 14, 2014

draft

tumbl(her)

i
thrust
my tongue
in none
where cup
was, lunge
of space
by culprit hands
clumsied--
how elixirs
stain
dented roof--
note unsugared roast,
dark dots
of sea
gone
out--

how time
and dust
our pause in porcelain
blushed,
little skin lifts
of
cut, forgive
her faded
flowered
hook

on sideways
our gutted O
grows
grin
how
full of soap
her mouth
bloom

arrowhead

missing

in
side

me oh my oh

tea

for

tomb

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