Sunday, June 24, 2012

If Poems are Lips

I know you not
Every minute spent huffing
And puffing reckless litanies
Freezing passion
Bred fat with past versations

You trample them.
with your mouth
So full
Of hell-hounds gnawing
My eyes
I wish it would my ears too.

You say your thigh hurts
I say my back hurts
I carry you too long
Too heavy
A rock
A diamond
Sharp in the lungs


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