Evening daubs of ox-blood, pipe dottle, rust.
The lakeshore and the bonfire and the trees stammer,
Pleasure mutters, in turpentined and transparent voices
Like many invisible things, intermittently believed:
The taste of my darling's knees, her summer dress,
Her strong, fresh, friendly kisses,
The smell of garden dirt and fireworks,
Magnesium flare and copper flare on the matte sky:
Like doubt and the lovely end of doubt.
Paul Anthony Hutchinson
www.paulanthonyhutchinson.com
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Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 11:55 PM UTC
Evening daubs of ox-blood, pipe dottle, rust.
The lakeshore and the bonfire and the trees stammer,
Pleasure mutters, in turpentined and transparent voices
Like many invisible things, intermittently believed:
The taste of my darling's knees, her summer dress,
Her strong, fresh, friendly kisses,
The smell of garden dirt and fireworks,
Magnesium flare and copper flare on the matte sky:
Like doubt and the lovely end of doubt.
Paul Anthony Hutchinson
www.paulanthonyhutchinson.com
[email protected]
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