slither steady,
holy, swollen tongue.
grace the ear
with silky sorrow; wind
is hollow, is a whisper
is silence between
skin when hips are hips
are rose-hips, horsewhips
hollow
of butter in summer
and honey in autumn.
thicken, my throat,
morning will liquefy and harbor
your thoughts, sleep steady
syllables,
breathe silently in the night;
sleep steady.
Aug 14, 2012
Aug 14, 2012 at 12:06 AM UTC
slither steady,
holy, swollen tongue.
grace the ear
with silky sorrow; wind
is hollow, is a whisper
is silence between
skin when hips are hips
are rose-hips, horsewhips
hollow
of butter in summer
and honey in autumn.
thicken, my throat,
morning will liquefy and harbor
your thoughts, sleep steady
syllables,
breathe silently in the night;
sleep steady.
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