She sings to the dark
to drink oblivion;
in losing her sense
to the storm, she finds
her skin sung from
a singular tongue.
Eyes shed love
like breaths of testimony
to learn the un-learnable
of loving; unearthing ways
Desires be taken.
To pages bound of fragrances
the rhyme of words wraps
her skin; tongued by a softening
mortality into books of you and I.
Untying the ways
she’d want you, Ideas
of Desire, conjure desire,
desiringly … so you.
She folds
you into paper
pretending
we never invented
kissing.
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Beautiful!
Delicacy in feeling, lovely sensation in reading and seeing graphics. Antonia Baranov
Harmonious and lovely blog!
The words paint the picture the poet imparts the feelings ..they are surely joined in this fine work..something you should be proud of M…I loved it..