Mouth pressed on my mouth
Blood falls on snow
Words that buzz through skin
Stir my face
Surface finally engulfs mast
Restored now; it looks the same
First absence of lips
New, chilled air
against pulsing ventricle
A piano whose keys are dusty
Now finger marked
My constituents begin to cluster
With yours
In humid gaps that cleave faces
Back into lines
I can keep what I can grasp
Two glinting shoals have quietly met
In some peaceable black depth
From which air has withdrawn
Press my mouth to that mouth
Blood against fresh snow
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 2:08 AM UTC
Mouth pressed on my mouth
Blood falls on snow
Words that buzz through skin
Stir my face
Surface finally engulfs mast
Restored now; it looks the same
First absence of lips
New, chilled air
against pulsing ventricle
A piano whose keys are dusty
Now finger marked
My constituents begin to cluster
With yours
In humid gaps that cleave faces
Back into lines
I can keep what I can grasp
Two glinting shoals have quietly met
In some peaceable black depth
From which air has withdrawn
Press my mouth to that mouth
Blood against fresh snow
