5/13/2014 0 Comments the light of hidden flowersfor Pablo
animal noises hang crystallized from the plate of my mouth, the lilt of archipelago gusts meets skin, pores, tilted straws, the cavernous geology of my veins. alien valves mine nectared love and return it like voice to a microphone—unadorned and expecting nothing in return. my cardinal senses, they right themselves by your rise and descent waist side. I am swallowing hard in the mirror, like stacked colored glass or pebbled beaches holding secrets in their muggy fissures. babies return to the sea by your song, waddling by starlight till foam meets throat and the threat of foxes dissolves in the blue mist. let’s role play, I’m the pestle and you’re the powder dilated along the yawn of the dish. I’ll cake you into the pores, you bond ornament to my edifice, and soft as the moon to the grass, I’ll open you up and lay you out bare.
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