A Cargo of Green Hearts
~POEMS~
listen to what they will tell you
the earliest birds of morning and latest birds of evening the ones who start and stop before the rest of the clocked world starts and stops the in-between your own breath the single drop in the well of hush. the world is masoned by stone upon stone and dis-masoned stone from stone every day every moment the constant building up the constant taking down how we deceive ourselves into thinking 'This Thing' instead of 'This Space' 'This Body' instead of 'This Heart' our heads are sad scaffolds but not your legs Varahi, twined about mine you move like a tide erasing bed, house -- and who needs a poem? I would rather be ridden by you than a thought your breath in my ear, First Breath your dark eyes, Good Night your lips this kiss like dawn like dusk tide, tide, birds, birds, always flying away always coming back. Comments are closed.
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