Wednesday, April 17, 2013

thirst

thirst. why yells why.

why a bodily reason to die for. bridge falling. 
the lips write the book. you define the cloud. 

thirst always returns to fight for a bridge. 
why mutters why. I am struggling against
uncertain sand. at core Kaos. the desert numbs. Eros breaks dawn Where disembodies. 
dance despair. nexus of skin dust.

when the mouth kisses the earth
poem touches the dry womb 
why surrender why this moment





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