Tuesday 1 March 2011

Blank Devotion 25

Bite my hand
With your little teeth
Chew my bone
Suck it
Lick it up and down
Let everything travel
Eyes sunken
Immersed
Into salt
Which scatters on the shore
Of the dead sky
The stars burning your hair
As I press my lips
The gap under my chest
The word love not enough
Upon the curls
I lost
As the hands are split
Held together
Open
As if it were a mouth to press

Dye

2 comments:

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