Tuesday, July 31, 2012

a song to thyself


i am the song, the place where. midday tonight.
eyes sing fully the perils and graces of touch.
lips we are light blue air. beyond rivers.
the nameless stream of joint silence.

the flesh of the poem embraces the flesh of the poet.
open vowels since all springs. waves of surges of desire.
closer. eyes murmuring the song. open time flash the prelude.
enfolds roses by the sea. imaginings after storms. confide in me.
rains rise, vapors breathe. a presence of bodies cascades joy.
to-day blank oblivion of disgrace

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